O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utter...s a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The system--the American one, at least--is a vast and noble experiment. It has been polestar and exemplar for other nations. But f...rom kindergarten until she graduates from college the girl is treated in it exactly like her brothers. She studies the same subjects, becomes proficient at the same sports. Oh, it is a magnificent lore she learns, education for the mind beyond anything Jane Austen or Saint Theresa or even Mrs. Pankhurst ever dreamed. It is truly Utopian. But Utopia was never meant to exist on this disheveled planet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.... There, wrapped in cloud of sorrow, pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot!... Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,... And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »