Blot Your Misdeeds Out (if You Are

Well, He Had Known What Love Was-a Sharp Pang, A Fierce Experience, In The Midst Of Whose Flames He Was Struggling! But, Through That Furnace He Would Fight His Way Out Into The Serenity Of Middle Age,-all The Richer And More Human For Having Known This Great Passion.

We Do Not Look For Reason For Logic In The Passionate Entreaties Of Those Who Are Sick Unto Death; We Are Stung With The Recollection Of A Thousand Slighted Opportunities Of Fulfilling The Wishes Of Those Who Will Soon Pass Away From Among Us: And Do They Ask Us For The Future Happiness Of Our Lives, We Lay It At Their Feet, And Will It Away From Us.

"mr. Thornton," Said Margaret, Shaking All Over With Her Passion, "go Down This Instant, If You Are Not A Coward. Go Down And Face Them Like A Man. Save These Poor Strangers, Whom You Have Decoyed Here. Speak To Your Workmen As If They Were Human Beings. Speak To Them Kindly. Don't Let The Soldiers Come In And Cut Down Poor-creatures Who Are Driven Mad. I See One There Who Is. If You Have Any Courage Or Noble Quality In You, Go Out And Speak To Them, Man To Man."

I Know You Despise Me; Allow Me To Say, It Is Because You Don't Understand Me.

Of All Faults The One She Most Despised In Others Was The Want Of Bravery; The Meanness Of Heart Which Leads To Untruth.