We Are Contented With Our

Every Man's Work, Pursued Steadily, Tends To Become An End In Itself, And So To Bridge Over The Loveless Chasms Of His Life.

Marriage Must Be A Relation Either Of Sympathy Or Of Conquest.

There Are Answers Which, In Turning Away Wrath, Only Send It To The Other End Of The Room.

Surely There Was Something Taught Her By This Experience Of Great Need; And She Must Be Learning A Secret Of Human Tenderness And Long-suffering, That The Less Erring Could Hardly Know?

O The Anguish Of The Thought That We Can Never Atone To Our Dead For The Stinted Affection We Gave Them.