I Find That I Sent Wolves Not

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.

I Observe And Remain Silent.

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.

I Do Not Want A Husband Who Honors Me As A Queen If He Does Not Love Me As A Woman.