Somebody called me a 'bruised romantic' once, and I like that.
Sleep. . . peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
The ungodly are not half so restrained in their blasphemy as we are in our praise.
Life sometimes gives you a second chance.
So when a great man dies For years beyond our ken The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
What should I do—how should I act now, this very day. . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness.