The Surest Sign Of Fitness

Soul, What Have I To Do With You?

I Think If I Were Dying And I Heard Of An Act Of Injustice, It Would Start Me Up To A Moment's Life Again.

We Are A Race Of Women That Of Old Knew No Fear And Feared No Death, And Lived Great Lives And Hoped Great Hopes; And If Today Some Of Us Have Fallen On Evil And Degenerate Times, There Moves In Us Yet The Throb Of The Old Blood.

One Has No Right To Form Ideals Of People, And Then, Because They Don't Justify Them, Become Bitter.

Perhaps The Old Monks Were Right When They Tried To Root Love Out; Perhaps The Poets Are Right When They Try To Water It. It Is A Blood-red Flower, With The Color Of Sin; But There Is Always The Scent Of A God About It.