Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!