I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.

To live in this world is a rare thing; most people just exist.

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

Progress is the realization of utopia.

Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope.

Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.

Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.