To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,- That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.