I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Joanna BaillieTo make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.
Joanna Baillie