I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Joanna BaillieI can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.
Joanna BaillieIt is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
Joanna Baillie