Extremes are ever neighbors; 'tis a step from one to the other.

Save the love we pay to heaven, there is none purer, holier, than that a virtuous woman feels for him she would cleave through life to. Sisters part from sisters, brothers from brothers, children from their parents, but such woman from the husband of her choice, never!

Extremes are ever neighbors; 'tis a step from one to the other.

A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.

What delight To back the flying steed, that challenges The wind for speed! - seems native more of air Than earth! - whose burden only lends him fire! - Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport; Who makes your pastime his! I sit him now! He takes away my breath! He makes me reel! I touch not earth - I see not - hear not. All Is ecstasy of motion!

Wedlock joins nothing, if it joins not hearts.

Women do act their part when they do make their ordered houses know them.