Might, Could, Would - They Are Contemptible

We Want People To Feel With Us More Than To Act For Us.

A Mother's Yearning Feels The Presence Of The Cherished Child Even In The Degraded Man.

There's Good Chances And Bad Chances, And Nobody's Luck Is Pulled Only By One String.

There Are Few Of Us That Are Not Rather Ashamed Of Our Sins And Follies As We Look Out On The Blessed Morning Sunlight, Which Comes To Us Like A Bright-winged Angel Beckoning Us To Quit The Old Path Of Vanity That Stretches Its Dreary Length Behind Us.

Many An Irritating Fault, Many An Unlovely Oddity, Has Come Of A Hard Sorrow.