Pain Has An Element Of Blank

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.

For Each Ecstatic Instant We Must An Anguish Pay In Keen And Quivering Ratio To The Ecstasy.

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.