The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.