He Loved Her, And Would Love Her;

No One Loves Me, - No One Cares For Me, But You, Mother.

If They Came Sorrowing, And Wanting Sympathy In A Complicated Trouble Like The Present, Then They Would Be Felt As A Shadow In All These Houses Of Intimate Acquaintances, Not Friends

When Prayers Were Ended, And His Mother Had Wished Him Good-night With That Long Steady Look Of Hers Which Conveyed No Expression Of The Tenderness That Was In Her Heart, But Yet Had All The Intensity Of A Blessing.

How Different Men Were To Women!

I'll Not Listen To Reason... Reason Always Means What Someone Else Has Got To Say.