God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless; That Only Men Incredulous Of Despair, Half-taught In Anguish, Through The Midnight Air Beat Upward To God's Throne In Loud Access Of Shrieking And Reproach

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

The World's Male Chivalry Has Perished Out, But Women Are Knights-errant To The Last; And, If Cervantes Had Been Greater Still, He Had Made His Don A Donna.