And When A Woman's Will Is As

Anger Seek It Prey,-- Something To Tear With Sharp-edged Tooth And Claw, Like Not To Go Off Hungry, Leaving Love To Feast On Milk And Honeycomb At Will.

It Is Surely Better To Pardon Too Much, Than To Condemn Too Much.

Family Likeness Has Often A Deep Sadness In It. Nature, That Great Tragic Dramatist, Knits Us Together By Bone And Muscle, And Divides Us By The Subtler Web Of Our Brains; Blends Yearning And Repulsion; And Ties Us By Our Heart-strings To The Beings That Jar Us At Every Movement.

No Great Deed Is Done By Falterers Who Ask For Certainty.

... It Is Seldom A Medical Man Has True Religious Views--there Is Too Much Pride Of Intellect.