How Easy It Is To

I Am So Tired - So Tired Of Being Of Being Whirled On Through All These Phases Of My Life, In Which Nothing Abides By Me, No Creature, No Place; It Is Like The Circle In Which The Victims Of Earthly Passion Eddy Continually.

Yes! He Knew How She Would Love. He Had Not Loved Her Without Gaining That Instinctive Knowledge Of What Capabilities Were In Her. Her Soul Would Walk In Glorious Sunlight If Any Man Was Worthy, By His Power Of Loving, To Win Back Her Love.

But The Monotonous Life Led By Invalids Often Makes Them Like Children, Inasmuch As Thy Have Neither Of Them Any Sense Of Proportion In Events, And Seem Each To Believe That The Walls And Curtains Which Shut In Their World, And Shut Out Everything Else, Must Of Necessity Be Larger Than Anything Hidden Beyond.

But The Cloud Never Comes In That Quarter Of The Horizon From Which We Watch For It.

I Have Passed Out Of Childhood Into Old Age. I Have Had No Youth - No Womanhood; The Hopes Of Womanhood Have Closed For Me - For I Shall Never Marry; And I Anticipate Cares And Sorrows Just As If I Were An Old Woman, And With The Same Fearful Spirit.