In Her Single Person She

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.

But There Is, I Have Learned, No Permanent Escape From The Past. It May Be An Unrecognized Law Of Our Nature That We Should Be Drawn Back, Inevitably, To The Place Where We Have Suffered Most.

Convictions ... Are Always Getting In The Way Of Opportunities.