Deep, Unspeakable Suffering May Well Be Called

To My Thinking, It Is More Pitiable To Bore Than To Be Bored.

Young Love-making--that Gossamer Web! Even The Points It Clings To--the Things Whence Its Subtle Interlacings Are Swung--are Scarcely Perceptible: Momentary Touches Of Finger-tips, Meetings Of Rays From Blue And Dark Orbs, Unfinished Phrases, Lightest Changes Of Cheek And Lip, Faintest Tremors. The Web Itself Is Made Of Spontaneous Beliefs And Indefinable Joys, Yearnings Of One Life Towards Another, Visions Of Completeness, Indefinite Trust.

When A Workman Knows The Use Of His Tools, He Can Make A Door As Well As A Window.

Don't You Meddle With Me, And I Won't Meddle With You.

We Are All Apt To Believe What The World Believes About Us.