hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!

At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.

it was easier to do a friendly thing than it was to stay and be thanked for it.

Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!

If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.

politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names