I Wish I Had Never Been Born--there

There's A Friendly Tie Of Some Sort Between Music And Eating.

Bathsheba Loved Troy In The Way That Only Self-reliant Women Love When They Abandon Their Self-reliance. When A Strong Woman Recklessly Throws Away Her Strength She Is Worse Than A Weak Woman Who Has Never Any Strength To Throw Away. One Source Of Her Inadequacy Is The Novelty Of The Occasion. She Has Never Had Practice In Making The Best Of Such A Condition. Weakness Is Doubly Weak By Being New.

You Are Absolutely The Most Ethereal, Least Sensual Woman I Ever Knew To Exist Without Inhuman Sexlessness.

She Was Of The Stuff Of Which Great Men's Mothers Are Made. She Was Indispensable To High Generation, Hated At Tea Parties, Feared In Shops, And Loved At Crises.

It Was That Period In The Vernal Quarter When We May Suppose The Dryads To Be Waking For The Season. The Vegetable World Begins To Move And Swell And The Saps To Rise, Till In The Completest Silence Of Lone Gardens And Trackless Plantations, Where Everything Seems Helpless And Still After The Bond And Slavery Of Frost, There Are Bustlings, Strainings, United Thrusts, And Pulls-all-together, In Comparison With Which The Powerful Tugs Of Cranes And Pulleys In A Noisy City Are But Pigmy Efforts.