Not As All Other Women Are Is

To Fail At All Is To Fail Utterly.

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

The Pale And Quiet Moon Makes Her Calm Forehead Bare, And The Last Fragments Of The Storm, Like Shattered Rigging From A Fight At Sea, Silent And Few, Are Drifting Over Me.

What A Sense Of Security In An Old Book Which Time Has Criticized For Us!

Men's Thoughts And Opinions Are In A Great Degree Vassals Of Him Who Invents A New Phrase Or Re-applies An Old Epithet. The Thought Or Feeling A Thousand Times Repeated Becomes His At Last Who Utters It Best.