A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own..

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs..

Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay..

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him,….

God made all pleasures innocent..

Until I truly loved, I was alone..

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade..

A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace..

Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave..

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-na….

Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be bor….

For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before..

A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. ….

O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like….

I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old..

Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before..

They serve God well, who serve his creatures..