One May Be Clogged With Honey And

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.

I Could Wish There Were A God, If It Were Only To Ask Him To Bless Thee.

I Daresay It Seems Foolish; Perhaps All Our Earthly Trials Will Appear Foolish To Us After A While; Perhaps They Seem So Now To Angels. But We Are Ourselves, You Know, And This Is Now, Not Some Time To Come, A Long, Long Way Off. And We Are Not Angels, To Be Comforted By Seeing The Ends For Which Everything Is Sent.

I Dare Not Hope. I Never Was Fainthearted Before; But I Cannot Believe Such A Creature Cares For Me.

A Girl In Love Will Do A Good Deal.