See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

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.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Speech is the small change of silence.

A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.