An Artist Is Always Seeking Revelation.

An Artist Is Always Seeking Revelation.

Praise Out Of Season, Or Tactlessly Bestowed, Can Freeze The Heart As Much As Blame.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Only Very Coarse Persons Wanted Wars.

Many People Lose The Small Joys In The Hope For The Big Happiness.