Woman's Reason Is In The

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

Darker Grows The Valley, More And More Forgetting: So Were It With Me If Forgetting Could Be Willed. Tell The Grassy Hollow That Holds The Bubbling Well-spring, Tell It To Forget The Source That Keeps It Filled.

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.