She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life.
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.
Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .
The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.