Only In The Agony Of Parting Do

Men And Women Make Sad Mistakes About Their Own Symptoms, Taking Their Vague Uneasy Longings, Sometimes For Genius, Sometimes For Religion, And Oftener Still For A Mighty Love.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

It's Well Known There's Always Two Sides, If No More.

We Are All Apt To Believe What The World Believes About Us.

She Was No Longer Wrestling With The Grief, But Could Sit Down With It As A Lasting Companion And Make It A Sharer In Her Thoughts.