When A Child Is Born The Mother

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.

Every Man Should Have Laws Of His Own, I Should Think; Commandments Of His Own, For Every Man Has A Different Set Of Circumstances Wherein To Work - Or Worry.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.