Fame! It Is The Flower Of A

Woman's Fatal Weakness Is To Desire Sympathy And Comprehension. --"wanda

The Bread Of Bitterness Is The Food On Which Men Grow To Their Fullest Stature; The Waters Of Bitterness Are The Debatable Ford Through Which They Reach The Shores Of Wisdom; The Ashes Boldly Grasped And Eaten Without Faltering Are The Price That Must Be Paid For The Golden Fruit Of Knowledge.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

An Easy-going Husband Is The One Indispensable Comfort Of Life.