A Mother Who Is Really A Mother

Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.

They Ended As All Great Passions Do End - By A Misunderstanding.

Courtesy Is Only A Thin Veneer On The General Selfishness.

Our Most Natural Feelings Are Those We Are Loath To Confess, And Fatuity Is Among Them.

Nothing Is A Greater Impediment To Being On Good Terms With Others Than Being Ill At Ease With Yourself.