But No One Came. Because No One

To Dwellers In A Wood, Almost Every Species Of Tree Has Its Voice As Well As Its Feature.

How I Have Tried And Tried To Be A Splendid Woman, And How Destiny Has Been Against Me! ...i Do Not Deserve My Lot! ...o, The Cruelty Of Putting Me Into This Ill-conceived World! I Was Capable Of Much; But I Have Been Injured And Blighted And Crushed By Things Beyond My Control! O, How Hard It Is Of Heaven To Devise Such Tortures For Me, Who Have Done No Harm To Heaven At All!

Nobody Had Beheld The Gravitation Of The Two Into One

That Cold Accretion Called The World, So Terrible In The Mass, Is So Non Formidable, Even Pitiable, In Its Units.

Do Not Do An Immoral Thing For Moral Reasons.