History, We Know, Is Apt To Repeat

Miserliness Is A Capital Quality To Run In Families; It's The Safe Side For Madness To Dip On.

The Beauty Of A Lovely Woman Is Like Music ... The Rounded Neck, The Dimpled Arm, Move Us By Something More Than Their Prettiness--by Their Close Kinship With All We Have Known Of Tenderness And Peace.

A Woman's Hopes Are Woven Of Sunbeams; A Shadow Annihilates Them.

Our Selfishness Is So Robust And Many-clutching That, Well Encouraged, It Easily Devours All Sustenance Away From Our Poor Little Scruples.

Doubtless A Great Anguish May Do The Work Of Years, And We May Come Out From That Baptism Of Fire With A Soul Full Of New Awe And New Pity.