The Matrimonial Shoe Pinches Me.

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

When We Leave Society And Come Into The Presence Of Nature, We Become Children Again; And The Fictions Of Thought And Action Assumed Among Men Drop Off Like A Garment.

A Poverty That Is Universal May Be Cheerfully Borne; It Is An Individual Poverty That Is Painful And Humiliating.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?