One age is like another for the soul.

Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.

Love has earth to which she clings.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.