Thou Art A Woman, And That Is

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.