Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

The Extent Of Poverty In The World Is Much Exaggerated. Our Sensitiveness Makes Half Our Poverty; Our Fears--anxieties For Ills That Never Happen--a Greater Part Of The Other Half.

Music Is The Fourth Great Material Want, First Food, Then Clothes, Then Shelter, Then Music.

Love Delights In Paradoxes. Saddest When It Has Most Reason To Be Gay, Sighs Are The Signs Of Its Deepest Joy, And Silence Is The Expression Of Its Yearning Tenderness.

Words Of Praise, Indeed, Are Almost As Necessary To Warm A Child Into A Genial Life As Acts Of Kindness And Affection. Judicious Praise Is To Children What The Sun Is To Flowers.

Complaint Is. More Contemptible Than Pitiful.