O World, As God Has Made It!

How Strange Now, Looks The Life He Makes Us Lead; So Free We Seem, So Fettered Fast We Are!

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They Brutes.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.