It Is Painful To Doubt The Sincerity

But, God Knows Best, I Concluded.

The Bud, Though Plucked, Would Not Be Withered, Only Transplanted To A Fitter Soil To Ripen And Blow Beneath A Brighter Sun; And Though I Might Not Cherish And Watch My Child's Unfolding Intellect, He Would Be Snatched Away From All The Suffering And Sins Of Earth; And My Understanding Tells Me This Would Be No Great Evil; But My Heart Shrinks From The Contemplation Of Such A Possibility, And Whispers I Could Not Bear To See Him Die.

It Is Better To Arm And Strengthen Your Hero, Than To Disarm And Enfeeble Your Foe.

It Is Painful To Doubt The Sincerity Of Those We Love.

A Girl's Affections Should Never Be Won Unsought.