Even Success Needs Its Consolations.

A Woman's Lot Is Made For Her By The Love She Accepts.

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.

The Scornful Nostril And The High Head Gather Not The Odors That Lie On The Track Of Truth.

Receptiveness Is A Rare And Massive Power, Like Fortitude.

We Have No Right To Come Forward And Urge Wider Changes For Good, Until We Have Tried To Alter The Evils Which Lie Under Our Own Hands.