There Are Men Whose Presence Infuses Trust

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.

I Protest Against Any Absolute Conclusion.

Would Not Love See Returning Penitence Afar Off, And Fall On Its Neck And Kiss It?

Memory, When Duly Impregnated With Ascertained Facts, Is Sometimes Surprisingly Fertile.

There Is No Compensation For The Woman Who Feels That The Chief Relation Of Her Life Has Been No More Than A Mistake. She Has Lost Her Crown. The Deepest Secret Of Human Blessedness Has Half Whispered Itself To Her, And Then Forever Passed Her By.