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

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

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

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.