Motherhood: All Love Begins And

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?