If I married him, I would not dare to call my soul my own, Which so he had bought and paid for: every thought And every heart-beat down there in the bill,- Not one found honestly deductible From any use that pleased him!

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love-' 'Love, my child, love, love!'-(then he had done with grief) 'Love, my child.' Er…

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in't.

Of writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my be…

There is a persistent myth that a wife has control over her husband's money because she gets to spend it. Actually, she does not have much more financial autho…

Smetana certainly knew which side his bride was bartered.

'A right is not what someone gives you; it's what no one can take from you.'