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Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

Love, It Is Said, Is Blind, But Love Is Not Blind. It Is An Extra Eye, Which Shows Us What Is Most Worthy Of Regard. To See The Best Is To See Most Clearly, And It Is The Lover's Privilege.

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.

The Man Who Is In Real Danger Is The Man Who Thinks He Is Perfectly Safe.

A Safe But Sometimes Chilly Way Of Recalling The Past Is To Force Open A Crammed Drawer. If You Are Searching For Anything In Particular You Don't Find It, But Something Falls Out At The Back That Is Often More Interesting.