This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night. - Pearl S. Buck

Just as he lived with them alive, he will live with them dead. Someday he will accept their death as part of his life. He will weep no more. He will carry them in his memory and his thoughts. His flesh and blood are part of them. So long as he is alive, they, too, will live in him. The big wave came, but it went away. The sun shines again, birds sing, and earth flowers.

"An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls — even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls — without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell."

(America's Medieval Women, Harper's Magazine, August 1938)

The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.