Ignorance Is The Womb Of Monsters.

In This World, Full Often, Our Joys Are Only The Tender Shadows Which Our Sorrows Cast.

If Every Child Might Live The Life Predestined In A Mother's Heart, All The Way From The Cradle To The Coffin, He Would Walk Upon A Beam Of Light, And Shine In Glory.

People May Talk About The Equality Of The Sexes! They Are Not Equal. The Silent Smile Of A Sensible, Loving Woman Will Vanquish Ten Men.

Grim Care, Moroseness, Anxiety-all This Rust Of Life Ought To Be Scoured Off By The Oil Of Mirth. Mirth Is God's Medicine.

Books Are Not Made For Furniture, But There Is Nothing Else That So Beautifully Furnishes A House.