It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It.

...though There's Reasons In Things As Nobody Knows On---- That's Pretty Much What I've Made Out; Yet Some Folks Are So Wise They'll Find You Fifty Reasons Straight Off, And All The While The Real Reason's Winking At 'em In The Corner, And They Niver See't.

Childhood Has No Forebodings; But Then, It Is Soothed By No Memories Of Outlived Sorrow.

A Proud Woman Who Has Learned To Submit Carries All Her Pride To The Reinforcement Of Her Submission, And Looks Down With Severe Superiority On All Feminine Assumption As Unbecoming.

In All Failures, The Beginning Is Certainly The Half Of The Whole.