That It Would Always Be

Women Accept Their Destiny More Readily Than Men.

The Resolution To Avoid An Evil Is Seldom Framed Till The Evil Is So Far Advanced As To Make Avoidance Impossible.

Love Is A Possible Strength In An Actual Weakness.

And Yet To Every Bad There Is A Worse.

There Are Disappointments Which Wring Us, And There Are Those Which Inflict A Wound Whose Mark We Bear To Our Graves. Such Are So Keen That No Future Gratification Of The Same Desire Can Ever Obliterate Them: They Become Registered As A Permanent Loss Of Happiness.