Death Unites As Well As

Too Great A Display Of Delicacy Can And Does Sometimes Infringe Upon De-cency.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True

Conviction Brings A Silent, Indefinable Beauty Into Faces Made Of The Commonest Human Clay; The Devout Worshiper At Any Shrine Reflects Something Of Its Golden Glow, Even As The Glory Of A Noble Love Shines Like A Sort Of Light From A Woman's Face.

It Is The Mark Of A Great Man That He Puts To Flight All Ordinary Calculations. He Is At Once Sublime And Touching, Childlike And Of The Race Of Giants.

Little Minds Find Satisfaction For Their Feelings, Good Or Bad, In Little Things.