On The Contrary, Woman Is The Best

More And More The World Is Growing To Love A Lover, And One Has Only To Read The Newspapers To See How Sympathetic Are The Times To Any Generous And Adventurous Display Of The Passions.

If Romeo And Juliet Make A Tragedy Of It Nowadays, They Have Only To Blame Their Own Mismanagement, For The World Is With Them As It Has Never Been Before, And All Sensible Fathers And Mothers Know It.

Races And Nations Are Thus Ever Ready To Believe The Worst Of One Another.

In Their Work, Then, As In Their Play, Men And Women Are More And More Coming To Share With Each Other As Comrades, And Really The Fun Of Life Seems In No Wise Diminished As A Consequence.

Nature Is Forever Arriving And Forever Departing, Forever Approaching, Forever Vanishing; But In Her Vanishings There Seems To Be Ever The Waving Of A Hand, In All Her Partings A Promise Of Meetings Farther Along The Road.