The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.
Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.