A woman's strength is the unresistible might of weakness.
We find in life exactly what we put into it
Literature is eavesdropping.
The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose.
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn
Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.