We Are Led On, Like Little Children,

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.

I Protest Against Any Absolute Conclusion.

Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

As Soon As We Lay Ourselves Entirely At His Feet, We Have Enough Light Given Us To Guide Our Own Steps; As The Foot-soldier Who Hears Nothing Of The Councils That Determine The Course Of The Great Battle He Is In, Hears Plainly Enough The Word Of Command That They Must Themselves Obey.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It, And If I Were A Bird I Would Fly About The Earth Seeking The Successive Autumns.