A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed of perfection.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.