That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!

The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

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.

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.