A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Most progress is most failure.
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.