A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up

The Terrible Beast, That No One May Understand, Came To My Side, And Put Down His Head In Love.

...in A Time Lacking In Truth And Certainty And Filled With Anguish And Despair, No Woman Should Be Shamefaced In Attempting To Give Back To The World, Through Her Work, A Portion Of Its Lost Heart.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.