Dear God! How Beauty Varies

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

A Stout Heart May Be Ruined In Fortune But Not In Spirit.

Have But Luck, And You Will Have The Rest; Be Fortunate, And You Will Be Thought Great.

...the Girls Chirped And Chatted Like Uncaged Warblers. They Were Delirious With Joy... Intoxications Of Life’s Morning! Enchanted Years! The Wing Of A Dragonfly Trembles! Oh, Reader, Whoever You May Be, Do You Have Such Memories? Have You Walked In The Underbrush, Pushing Aside Branches For The Charming Head Behind You? Have You Slid Laughing, Down Some Slope Wet With Rain, With The Woman You Loved?