You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
God is the perfect poet.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?