I Cannot Love A Man

The Bud, Though Plucked, Would Not Be Withered, Only Transplanted To A Fitter Soil To Ripen And Blow Beneath A Brighter Sun; And Though I Might Not Cherish And Watch My Child's Unfolding Intellect, He Would Be Snatched Away From All The Suffering And Sins Of Earth; And My Understanding Tells Me This Would Be No Great Evil; But My Heart Shrinks From The Contemplation Of Such A Possibility, And Whispers I Could Not Bear To See Him Die.

The End Of Religion Is Not To Teach Us How To Die, But How To Live.

There Is Always A But In This Imperfect World.

No Generous Mind Delights To Oppress The Weak, But Rather To Cherish And Protect.

A Girl's Affections Should Never Be Won Unsought.