That Golden Sky, Which Was

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

The Perpetual Mourner -- The Grief That Can Never Be Healed -- Is Innocently Enough Felt To Be Wearisome By The Rest Of The World. And My Sense Of Desolation Increases. Each Day Seems A New Beginning -- A New Acquaintance With Grief.

There Are Answers Which, In Turning Away Wrath, Only Send It To The Other End Of The Room.

Susceptible Persons Are More Affected By A Change Of Tone That By Unexpected Words.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.