A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.