If Human Love Hath Power To Penetrate

In All Her Intercourse With Society, However, There Was Nothing That Made Her Feel As If She Belonged To It... She Stood Apart From Mortal Interests, Yet Close Beside Them, Like A Ghost That Revisits The Familiar Fireside, And Can No Longer Make Itself Seen Or Felt.

Every Crime Destroys More Edens Than Our Own

No, My Little Pearl! Thou Must Gather Thine Own Sunshine. I Have None To Give Thee.

It [catholicism] Supplies A Multitude Of External Forms In Which The Spiritual May Be Clothed And Manifested.

She Had Not Known The Weight Until She Felt The Freedom.