The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.

Crude At First [the Short Story] Received A Literary Polish In The Press, But Its Dominant Quality Remained. It Was Concise And Condense, Yet Suggestive. It Was Delightfully Extravagant - Or A Miracle Of Understatement

For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never Dies, And Its Flag Is Not Half-masted In The Skies.

Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of A Boarding House.