I Carry My Unwritten Poems

Only In The Agony Of Parting Do We Look Into The Depths Of Love.

It Is Impossible, To Me At Least, To Be Poetical In Cold Weather.

Vanity Is As Ill At Ease Under Indifference As Tenderness Is Under A Love Which It Cannot Return.

Your Trouble's Easy Borne When Everybody Gives It A Lift For You.

Mighty Is The Force Of Motherhood! It Transforms All Things By Its Vital Heat.