Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.

Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.

A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands.

The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.