Youth Is Not A Vanished Thing But

Few Women Are So Beautiful And Charming That They Can Afford To Divest Themselves Of Any Portion Of Their Charm; So They Are Very Foolish To Do So By Smoking. It Doesn't Matter About Men. Men Look Ugly And Silly, Too, When Smoking. But It Isn't Beauty That Matters With Them-only Strength

Mrs. Spencer Said It Was Wicked Of Me To Talk Like That, But I Didn’t Mean To Be Wicked. It’s So Easy To Be Wicked Without Knowing It, Isn’t It?

Perhaps, After All, Romance Did Not Come Into One’s Life With Pomp And Blare, Like A Gay Knight Riding Down; Perhaps It Crept To One’s Side Like An Old Friend Through Quiet Ways; Perhaps It Revealed Itself In Seeming Prose, Until Some Sudden Shaft Of Illumination Flung Athwart Its Pages Betrayed The Rhythm And The Music, Perhaps . . . Perhaps . . . Love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

It's Great To Be Great, But It's Great To Be Human.

All That Ruby Said Was So Horribly True, She Was Leaving Everything She Cared For. She Had Laid Up Her Treasures On Earth Only. She Had Lived Solely For The Little Things Of Life, The Things That Pass, Forgetting The Great Things That Go Onward Into Eternity Bridging The Gulf Between The Two Lives And Making Of Death A Mere Passing Of One Dwelling To The Other. From Twilight To Unclouded Day. ...it Was No Wonder Her Soul Clung In Blind Helplessness To The Only Things She Knew And Loved.