Teach Me To Live, That I May

Women Accept Their Destiny More Readily Than Men.

There Are Disappointments Which Wring Us, And There Are Those Which Inflict A Wound Whose Mark We Bear To Our Graves. Such Are So Keen That No Future Gratification Of The Same Desire Can Ever Obliterate Them: They Become Registered As A Permanent Loss Of Happiness.

I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes, I Live On.

A Blaze Of Love And Extinction, Was Better Than A Lantern Glimmer Of The Same Which Should Last Long Years.

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.