Love Is A Beautifier.

He Looked At Her An Instant, For The Effect Of The Graceful Girlish Figure With Pale, Passionate Face And Dark Eyes Full Of Sorrow, Pride And Resolution Was Wonderfully Enhanced By The Gloom Of The Great Room, And Glimpses Of A Gathering Storm In The Red Autumn Sky.

It Takes Two Flints To Make A Fire.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

I Think She Is Growing Up, And So Begins To Dream Dreams, And Have Hopes And Fears And Fidgets, Without Knowing Why Or Being Able To Explain Them.

... Swept Into The Giddy Vortex Which Keeps So Many Young People Revolving Aimlessly, Till They Go Down Or Are Cast Upon The Shore, Wrecks Of What They Might Have Been