Mine was a love so exquisite that I </br> Rather than watch it wither chose to die: </br> So dress my grave, O friend, with no poor flower </br> Whic… - Zoë Akins

And I wonder if peace is enough for any man. ...

Englishmen are like that. They love life more and value it less than any other people in the world.

My cousin Cleofante does not believe in inspiration. She shuns the false energy of all stimulants, even those of criticism and sympathy, when she sets herself to a task. What she does, she does alone—unencouraged, unadvised, unmoved. She has a man’s broad and vital technique, and a man’s ability for thinking straight and far. For years I have watched her work,—coldly, intelligently, solely with the power of her brain,—achieving effects that are in no way miracles, but are matters of technique and deliberation.