When A Child Is Born The Mother

That Which Is Loved May Pass, But Love Hath No End.

When A Child Is Born The Mother Also Is Born Again.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

The Real Business Of Life Is Trying To Understand Each Other.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.