It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

Since when was genius found respectable?

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.