Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.