The Prayer Of Ajax Was For Light.

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

For It Is The Fate Of A Woman Long To Be Patient And Silent, To Wait Like A Ghost That Is Speechless, Till Some Questioning Voice Dissolves The Spell Of Its Silence. Hence Is The Inner Life Of So Many Suffering Women Sunless And Silent And Deep, Like Subterranean Rivers Runnng Through Caverns Of Darkness.

The Leaves Of Memory Seemed To Make A Mournful Rustling In The Dark

Like A French Poem Is Life; Being Only Perfect In Structure When With The Masculine Rhymes Mingled The Feminine Are.

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.