Men at most differ as Heaven and earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Meet is it changes should control our being, lest we rust in ease.
Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
Love is the only gold.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of Hell rode the six hundred.
In the long years liker must they grow; the man be more of woman, she of man.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink life to the lees.
I am a part of all that I have met.
