For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

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

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.