Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.