Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.