“The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be”

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

True or false, that never dies

But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Seated one day at the organ

In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.

So I always like to dissect the scene and try to get some hint about what the author was trying to get at.

There is so little difference between husbands you might as well keep the first.

My father is a very caring and generous individual.

Help yourself, and Heaven will help you.

To none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.

Who would criticize the Jewish holocaust or Black slavery, and YET praise the benefits to Germans or Whites???

I shouldn’t dabble in television, web content, or even comic books…