In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

Love Lessens Woman's Delicacy And Increases Man's.

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

Sleep, Riches, And Health, To Be Truly Enjoyed, Must Be Interrupted.