I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

I'm tired," she uttered complainingly. "I know you are." "You don't know anything about it. Why should you know? I never was so exhausted in my life. But it isn't unpleasant. A thousand emotions have swept through me to-night. I don't comprehend half on them. Don't mind what I'm saying; I am just thinking aloud.

So the storm passed and every one was happy.