Sometimes I Shrink From Your

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.

Women Accept Their Destiny More Readily Than Men.

Happiness Is But A Mere Episode In The General Drama Of Pain.

Where We Are Would Be Paradise To Me, If You Would Only Make It So.

He Wished She Knew His Impressions; But He Would As Soon Have Thought Of Carrying An Odour In A Net As Of Attempting To Convey The Intangibilities Of His Feeling In The Coarse Meshes Of Language. So He Remained Silent.