Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths

But, Ah Me! Where Is The Faultless Human Creature Who Can Persevere In A Good Resolution, Without Sometimes Failing And Falling Back?

What Lurking Temptations To Forbidden Tenderness Find Their Finding-places In A Woman's Dressing-gown, When She Is Alone In Her Room At Night!

We Had Our Breakfasts--whatever Happens In A House, Robbery Or Murder, It Doesn't Matter, You Must Have Your Breakfast.

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.