Man Cannot Choose His Duties.

For What Is Love Itself, For The One We Love Best? An Enfolding Of Immeasurable Cares Which Yet Are Better Than Any Joys Outside Our Love.

Men Can Do Nothing Without The Make-believe Of A Beginning.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

Perfect Love Has A Breath Of Poetry Which Can Exalt The Relations Of The Least-instructed Human Beings.

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.