Out Of The Chill And The Shadow,

In Very Truth It Is The Unattained Which Gives Zest To The Commonplace And Brims The Cup Of Our Daily Life With Keenest Joy.

On The Day Long After Childhood When I Suddenly Heard Of His Death, The Sky Grew Dark Above My Head. I Was Walking On A Southern Highway, And A Friend Driving In A Pony Carriage Passed Me, Stopped And Said, "have You Heard That Charles Dickens Is Dead?" It Was As If I Had Been Robbed Of One Of My Dearest Friends.

It Isn't The Thing You Do, Dear, It's The Thing You Leave Undone Which Gives You A Bit Of Heartache At The Setting At The Setting Of The Sun.

Broadly Speaking, Nervous Women May Be Divided Into Two Classes - Those Who Are Really Nervous, And Those Who Imagine Themselves To Be So.

Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.