Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
From Robert Browning
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
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