Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.