The Small Hopes And Plans And Pleasures

…to The Inspiration Of Necessity, We Owe Half The Wise, Beautiful, And Useful Blessings Of The World.

I Want To Do Something Splendid… Something Heroic Or Wonderful That Won’t Be Forgotten After I’m Dead… I Think I Shall Write Books.

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.

Help One Another Is Part Of The Religion Of Our Sisterhood.

Is It Not Meningitis?