I Cut A Hole In My Heart

As We Advance In Life, We Learn The Limits Of Our Abilities.

We Read The Past By The Light Of The Present, And The Forms Vary As The Shadows Fall, Or As The Point Of Vision Alters.

Women's Eyes Are Rapid In Detecting A Heart Which Is Ill At Ease With Itself, And, Knowing The Value Of Sympathy, And Finding Their Own Greatest Happiness Not In Receiving It, But In Giving It, With Them To Be Unhappy Is At Once To Be Interesting.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

The Trials Of Life Will Not Wait For Us. They Come At Their Own Time, Not Caring Much To Inquire How Ready We May Be To Meet Them.