What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are, Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held …

If you change who you are, then you change your whole being.

The difference between the past and present selves of the same individual is so great as to make them different persons for all moral purposes. That single fac…