To Judge Wisely, We Must Know How

A Peasant Can No More Help Believing In A Traditional Superstition Than A Horse Can Help Trembling When Be Sees A Camel.

You Are A Good Young Man," She Said. "but I Do Not Like Husbands. I Will Never Have Another.

It Is Difficult For Woman To Try To Be Anything Good When She Is Not Believed In.

The Worst Of Misery Is When A Nature Framed For Noblest Things Condemns Itself In Youth To Petty Joys, And, Sore Athirst For Air, Breathes Scanty Life Gasping From Out The Shallows.

For What Is Love Itself, For The One We Love Best? An Enfolding Of Immeasurable Cares Which Yet Are Better Than Any Joys Outside Our Love.