Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.