Tis Because We Be On A Blighted

Love Is A Possible Strength In An Actual Weakness.

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

Meanwhile, The Trees Were Just As Green As Before; The Birds Sang And The Sun Shone As Clearly Now As Ever. The Familiar Surroundings Had Not Darkened Because Of Her Grief, Nor Sickened Because Of Her Pain. She Might Have Seen That What Had Bowed Her Head So Profoundly -the Thought Of The World's Concern At Her Situation- Was Found On An Illusion. She Was Not An Existence, An Experience, A Passion, A Structure Of Sensations, To Anybody But Herself.

Indifference To Fate Which, Though It Often Makes A Villain Of A Man, Is The Basis Of His Sublimity When It Does Not.

Dialect Words Are Those Terrible Marks Of The Beast To The Truly Genteel.