“The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Give us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.

Earth is the anteroom of Heaven, if we choose to see it so.

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.