Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

The Attraction Of Horror Is A Mental, Or Even An Intellectual, Excitement, But The Fascination Of The Repulsive, So Noticeable Incontemporary Writing, Can Spring Openly From Some Rotted Substance Within Our Civilization.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

There Are Times When Life Surprises One, And Anything May Happen, Even What One Had Hoped For.

Of One Thing Alone I Am Very Sure: It Is A Law Of Our Nature That The Memory Of Longing Should Survive The More Fugitive Memory Of Fulfillment.