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I Don't See How A Man Is To Be Good For Much Unless He Has Some One Woman To Love Him Dearly.

Great Love Has Many Attributes, And Shrines For Varied Worshippers, But His Force Divine Shows Most Its Many-named Fulness In The Man Whose Nature Multitudinously Mixed-- Each Ardent Impulse Grappling With A Thought-- Resists All Easy Gladness, All Content Save Mystic Rapture, Where The Questioning Soul Flooded With Consciousness Of Good That Is Finds Life One Bounteous Answer.

We Learn Words By Rote, But Not Their Meaning; That Must Be Paid For With Our Life-blood, And Printed In The Subtle Fibres Of Our Nerves.

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.