Because The Road Is Rough And Long,

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

There Is Always A But In This Imperfect World.

And Why Should He Interest Himself At All In My Moral And Intellectual Capacities: What Is It To Him What I Think And Feel?' I Asked Myself. And My Heart Throbbed In Answer To The Question.

I Cannot Get Him To Write Or Speak In Real, Solid Earnest. I Don't Much Mind It Now, But If It Be Always So, What Shall I Do With The Serious Part Of Myself?

I Cannot Love A Man Who Cannot Protect Me.