Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.
Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament, except they be so incorporated into the body of the world that they contribute something to the sustentation of the whole.