Thousands upon thousands are yearly brought into a state of real poverty by their great anxiety not to be thought poor.

The beggarly last doit.

How do you fill the space between, "God says it," and, "I believe it,"?

She led me to believe we will going fast because her thoughts were going fast.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.