Heaven Deliver Us, What's A Poet? Something

And Then, At Night, The Lit Lamp And The Drawn Curtain, With The Flutter Of The Turned Page And Soft Scrape Of Pen On Paper The Only Sounds To Break The Silence Between Quarter- And Quarter-chime.

To Complain That Man Measures God By His Own Experience Is A Waste Of Time; Man Measures Everything By His Own Experience; He Has No Other Yardstick.

Time And Trouble Will Tame An Advanced Young Woman, But An Advanced Old Woman Is Uncontrollable By Any Earthly Force.

You Can Give It A Long Name If You Like, But I'm An Old-fashioned Woman And I Call It Mother-wit, And It's So Rare For A Man To Have It That If He Does You Write A Book About Him And Call Him Sherlock Holmes.

We Cannot Really Look At The Movement Of The Spirit, Just Because It Is The Power By Which We Do The Looking.