Musing upon the king my brother's wreck / And on the king my father's death before him. |
My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down. |
My name is only an anagram of toilets. |
My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. |
My own experience and development deepen everyday my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy. |
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty. |
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. |
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; / Am an attendant lord. |
Not fare well, / But fare forward, voyagers. |
O the moon shone bright on Mrs Porter / And on her daughter / They wash their feet in soda water. |
One of the low on whom assurance sits / As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. |
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it. |
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. |
Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment. |
Our emotions are only ''incidents in the effort to keep day and night together. |