Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.

The unpleasant image of the feminists today resembles less the feminists themselves than the image fostered by the interests who so bitterly opposed the vote for women...

The practice of perfect virtue does not require teaching, but instructs others.

If women had to promise to provide for a man for a lifetime before he removed his veil and showed her his smile, would we think of this as a system of female privilege?

Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this.

For not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

All other love is extinguished by self-love; beneficence, humanity, justice, philosophy, sink under it.

The end of education is to see men made whole, both in competence and in conscience.

Why are people so interested in other people's relationships? It's like stealing.