Anne Reeve Aldrich

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a br ...

I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space.

There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion.

Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad.

Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, b ...

I bought the sweetness with this pain.

All's well with thee if thou art in just hands.

I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thu ...