The Mother's Love Is At First An

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.

We Mortals, Men And Women, Devour Many A Disappointment Between Breakfast And Dinnertime.

Men And Women Make Sad Mistakes About Their Own Symptoms, Taking Their Vague Uneasy Longings, Sometimes For Genius, Sometimes For Religion, And Oftener Still For A Mighty Love.

Every Woman Is Supposed To Have The Same Set Of Motives, Or Else To Be A Monster.

There Is No Feeling, Perhaps, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music,--that Does Not Make A Man Sing Or Play The Better.