But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. |
I would not send a poor girl into the world, . . . ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself . |
Keep guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlets, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness. |
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring. |
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe. |
There is always a "but" in this imperfect world. |