Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.