Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.

If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.

It does not try to reach down to the level of inferior classes; it does not try to win them for this or that sect of its own, with ready-made judgments and watchwords of its own. It seeks to away with classes, to make the best that has been taught and known in the world current everywhere, to make all men live in an atmosphere of sweetness and light, where they may use ideas, as it uses them itself, freely--nourished, and not bound by them.