Fall If You Will, But Rise You

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.

She Would Follow, Her Dream Of Love, The Dictates Of Her Heart That Told Her He Was Her All In All, The Only Man In All The World For Her For Love Was The Master Guide. Come What Might She Would Be Wild, Untrammelled, Free.

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring.