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.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.