For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
Tis but a part we see and not a whole.
And after all what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
If we are to fulfill the promise of this great Nation that everybody in...
None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go...
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
