So The Storm Passed And

I Trust It Will Not Be Giving Away Professional Secrets To Say That Many Readers Would Be Surprised, Perhaps Shocked, At The Questions Which Some Newspaper Editors Will Put To A Defenseless Woman Under The Guise Of Flattery.

Who Can Tell What Metals The Gods Use In Forging The Subtle Bond Which We Call Sympathy, Which We Might As Well Call Love.

Perhaps It Is Better To Wake Up After All, Even To Suffer, Rather Than To Remain A Dupe To Illusions All One's Life.

The Voice Of The Sea Speaks To The Soul.

I Would Give Up The Unessential; I Would Give Up My Money, I Would Give Up My Life For My Children; But I Wouldnt Give Myself. I Can't Make It More Clear; It's Only Something I Am Beginning To Comprehend, Which Is Revealing Itself To Me.