Every Body Drags Its Shadow, And Every

Strange To Say, The Luminous World Is The Invisible World; The Luminous World Is That Which We Do Not See. Our Eyes Of Flesh See Only Night.

How Frightened Hypocrisy Hastens To Defend Itself.

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.

A Joyous Little Creature, So Beautiful, It Was As If A Gate Of Heaven Opened As She Came In.

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.