If Men Could See Us As We

You Have Rather The Look Of Another World. I Marvelled Where You Had Got That Sort Of Face.

Memory In Youth Is Active And Easily Impressible; In Old Age It Is Comparatively Callous To New Impressions, But Still Retains Vividly Those Of Earlier Years.

I Seem To Have Gathered Up A Stray Lamb In My Arms: You Wandered Out Of The Fold To Seek Your Shepherd, Did You, Jane?

Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.