Boast not myself of to-morrow, for I "knoweth not" what a noon may bring forth.
This, too, is Emily to the core:
Cherish power dear; remember that it stands in the Bible between the kingdom and the glory because it is wilder than either.
The instances cited are characteristic of varying moods. Her passion for brevity always deducted relentlessly. She refuses an invitation thus:
Thanks, Sue, but not to-night. Further nights.
After some flashing pleasure given her she replies:
Don't do such things. Your Arabian Nights unfits the heart for its arithmetic.
Emily is sorry for Susan's day. To be singular under plural circumstances is a becoming heroism.
Susan knows she is a siren and at a word from her Emily would forfeit righteousness.
A spell cannot be tattered and mended like a coat.
No message is the utmost message, for what we tell is done.
To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
Where we owe but little we pay. Where we owe so much it defies money we are blandly insolvent.
Has All a codicil?
In a life that stopped guessing, you and I should not feel at home.
Tasting the honey and the sting should have ceased with Eden. Pang is the past of peace.
"To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea," defines her constancy.
