A Bird With A Broken Wing Was

A Certain Light Was Beginning To Dawn Dimly Within Her,—the Light Which, Showing The Way, Forbids It.

I Would Give Up My Life For My Children, But Not Myself.

I Would Give Up The Unessential; I Would Give Up My Money, I Would Give Up My Life For My Children; But I Wouldnt Give Myself. I Can't Make It More Clear; It's Only Something I Am Beginning To Comprehend, Which Is Revealing Itself To Me.

She Had All Her Life Long Been Accustomed To Harbor Thoughts And Emotions Which Never Voiced Themselves… They Belonged To Her Her And Were Her Own, And She Entertained The Conviction That She Had A Right To Them And They They Concerned No One But Herself.

Even As A Child She Had Lived Her Own Small Life Within Herself. At A Very Early Period She Had Apprehended Instinctively The Dual Life - That Outward Existence Which Conforms, The Inward Life Which Questions.