God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Robert BrowningWhat's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Robert BrowningOutside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
Robert Browning