“A weed is but an unloved flower.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

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.