There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.

The eternal feminine draws us on high.

If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though.

To the person with a firm purpose all men and things are servants.