Love Me Sweet With All Thou Art

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.

But I Love You, Sir: And When A Woman Says She Loves A Man, The Man Must Hear Her, Though He Love Her Not.

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.