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Endurance Of Inescapable Sorrow Is Something Which Has To Be Learned Alone. And Only To Endure Is Not Enough. Endurance Can Be A Harsh And Bitter Root In One's Life, Bearing Poisonous And Gloomy Fruit, Destroying Other Lives. Endurance Is Only The Beginning. There Must Be Acceptance And The Knowledge That Sorrow Fully Accepted Brings Its Own Gifts. For There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It Can Be Transmuted Into Wisdom, Which, If It Does Not Bring Joy, Can Yet Bring Happiness.

Life Is Stronger Than Death.

She Had Always Been Too Wise To Tell Him All She Thought And Felt, Knowing By Some Intuition Of Her Own Womanhood That No Man Wants To Know Everything Of Any Woman.

Can Such Stiff And Formal Moldings As Words Capture The Spirit-essence Of Love?

The Bitterest Creature Under Heaven Is The Wife Who Discovers That Her Husband's Bravery Is Only Bravado, That His Strength Is Only A Uniform, That His Power Is But A Gun In The Hands Of A Fool.