In Her Single Person She Managed To

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

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

Only On The Surface Of Things Have I Ever Trod The Beaten Path. So Long As I Could Keep From Hurting Anyone Else, I Have Lived, As Completely As It Was Possible, The Life Of My Choice. I Have Been Free. . . . I Have Done The Work I Wished To Do For The Sake Of That Work Alone.

America Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of A Single-track Mind.