It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

I at least have so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular web, and not dispersed over that tempting range of relevancies called the universe.

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

One's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.