Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's a heaven for?

I find earth not gray but rosy; Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

Life with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, Is just our chance o’ the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

Why stay we on earth except to grow?

When a man’s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: ‘Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

Who was a queen and loved a poet once Humpbacked, a dwarf? ah, women can do that!

Truth is within ourselves…there is an inmost center in us all..where truth abides in fulness--and to know,rather consists in open out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.