An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make,

Helmer: I Would Gladly Work Night And Day For You. Nora- Bear Sorrow And Want For Your Sake. But No Man Would Sacrafice His Honor For The One He Loves. Nora: It Is A Thing Hundreds Of Thousands Of Women Have Done.

Ah, I Fancy It Is Just The Same With Most Of What You Call Your Emancipation. You Have Read Yourself Into A Number Of New Ideas And Opinions. You Have Got A Sort Of Smattering Of Recent Discoveries In Various Fields - Discoveries That Seem To Overthrow Certain Principles Which Have Hitherto Been Held Impregnable And Unassailable. But All This Has Only Been A Matter Of Intellect, Miss West - Superficial Acquisition. It Has Not Passed Into Your Blood.

The Greatest Victory Is Defeat.

Don't Use That Foreign Word: Ideals. We Have The Excellent Native Word: Lies.

In The Decisive Moment I Won The Victory Over Myself. I Chose To Live. And Believe Me, It Takes Courage To Choose Life Under Those Circumstances.