Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

“Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what…”

“Mine Enemy is growing old --I have at last Revenge --The Palate of the Hate dep…”

“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is po…”

“Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!”