In Rome It Seems As If There

Love Is Frightened At The Intervals Of Insensibility And Callousness That Encroach By Little And Little On The Domain Of Grief, And It Makes Efforts To Recall The Keenness Of The First Anguish.

I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But Also To Be Told That I Am Loved. I Am Not Sure That You Are Of The Same Mind. But The Realm Of Silence Is Large Enough Beyond The Grave. This Is The World Of Light And Speech, And I Shall Take Leave To Tell You That You Are Very Dear.

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

You Are A Good Young Man," She Said. "but I Do Not Like Husbands. I Will Never Have Another.

It Is Difficult For Woman To Try To Be Anything Good When She Is Not Believed In.