She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!