Some Folk Want Their Luck Buttered.

Let Me Enjoy The Earth No Less Because The All-enacting Light That Fashioned Forth Its Loveliness Had Other Aims Than My Delight.

The Offhand Decision Of Some Commonplace Mind High In Office At A Critical Moment Influences The Course Of Events For A Hundred Years.

We Colour And Mould According To The Wants Within Us Whatever Our Eyes Bring In.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.

What Is It, Angel?" She Said, Starting Up. "have They Come For Me?" "yes, Dearest," He Said. "they Have Come." "it Is As It Should Be," She Murmured. "angel, I Am Almost Glad—yes, Glad! This Happiness Could Not Have Lasted. It Was Too Much. I Have Had Enough; And Now I Shall Not Live For You To Despise Me!" She Stood Up, Shook Herself, And Went Forward, Neither Of The Men Having Moved. "i Am Ready," She Said Quietly.