We Have All Got To

Perhaps The Wind Wails So In Winter For The Summers Dead, And All Sad Sounds Are Nature's Funeral Cries For What Has Been And Is Not.

Saints And Martyrs Had Never Interested Maggie So Much As Sages And Poets.

... It Is Seldom A Medical Man Has True Religious Views--there Is Too Much Pride Of Intellect.

What Greater Thing Is There For Two Human Souls Than To Feel That They Are Joined - To Strengthen Each Other - To Be At One With Each Other In Silent Unspeakable Memories.

A Suppressed Resolve Will Betray Itself In The Eyes.