Boredom Is A Pleasing Antidote For Fear

Because I Want To; Because I Must; Because Now And Forever More This Is Where I Belong To Be.

All Autobiography Is Self-indulgent.

Jem Was Safe From Her, And He Would Ride Away With A Song On His Lips And A Laugh At Her Expense, Forgetful Of Her, And Of His Brother, And Of God; While She Dragged Through The Years, Sullen And Bitter, The Stain Of Silence Marking Her, Coming In The End To Ridicule As A Soured Spinster Who Had Been Kissed Once In Her Life And Could Not Forget It.

...but I Should Say That Kindliness, And Sincerity, And If I May Say So--modesty--are Worth Far More To A Man, To A Husband, Than All The Wit And Beauty In The World.

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.