With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold

With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
With aching hands and bleeding feet 
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern. – Matthew Arnold
I tell again the oldest and the newest story of all the world, — the story of Invincible Love! This tale divine — ancient as the beginning of things, fresh and young as the passing hour — has forms and names various as humanity. – Amelia E. Huddleston Barr, A Rose of a Hundred Leaves: A Love Story, 1891