In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!

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.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.