You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
The militancy of men, through all the centuries, has drenched the world with blood. The militancy of women has harmed no human life save the lives of those who fought the battle of righteousness.
Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.
A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.
Of the sayings of Christ in the Synoptic Gospels that can be compared to those in the fourth Gospel, there are one or two which I venture to think can only have been recorded on the authority of St. John.