A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.

Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The Tired Heart Shall Cease To Palpitate.

Decide Not Rashly. The Decision Made Can Never Be Recalled. The Gods Implore Not, Plead Not, Solicit Not; They Only Offer Choice And Occasion, Which Once Being Passed Return No More. Dost Thou Accept The Gift?

Sweet April! Many A Thought Is Wedded Unto Thee, As Hearts Are Wed; Nor Shall They Fail, Till, To Its Autumn Brought, Life's Golden Fruit Is Shed.

There Is No Grief Like The Grief That Does Not Speak.