There Seemed A Gulf Impassable Between Them.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

I Understand Crawford Paid You A Visit?" "yes." "and Was He Attentive?" "yes, Very." "and Has Your Heart Changed Towards Him?" "yes. Several Times. I Have - I Find That I - I Find That-" "shh. Surely You And I Are Beyond Speaking When Words Are Clearly Not Enough.... I Missed You." "and I You.

It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is Handsomer At Twenty-nine Than She Was Ten Years Before.

If I Was Wrong In Yielding To Persuasion Once, Remember That It Was To Persuasion Exerted On The Side Of Safety, Not Of Risk. When I Yielded, I Thought It Was To Duty; But No Duty Could Be Called In Aid Here. In Marrying A Man Indifferent To Me, All Risk Would Have Been Incurred And All Duty Violated.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.