In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.