For Art Is Order, But It Is

For After All We Make Our Faces As We Go Along.

There Was Such A Thing As Women's Work And It Consisted Chiefly, Hilary Sometimes Thought, In Being Able To Stand Constant Interruption And Keep Your Temper. . . .

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.

When It Comes To The Important Things One Is Always Alone.

It Always Comes Back To The Same Necessity: Go Deep Enough And There Is A Bedrock Of Truth, However Hard.