Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.