A Man Deep-wounded May Feel Too Much

Perfect Love Has A Breath Of Poetry Which Can Exalt The Relations Of The Least-instructed Human Beings.

Anger Seek It Prey,-- Something To Tear With Sharp-edged Tooth And Claw, Like Not To Go Off Hungry, Leaving Love To Feast On Milk And Honeycomb At Will.

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

We Have All Our Secret Sins; And If We Knew Ourselves We Should Not Judge Each Other Harshly.

It Must Be Sad To Outlive Aught We Love.