History, We Know, Is Apt

The Happiest Women, Like The Happiest Nations, Have No History.

There Are Various Orders Of Beauty, Causing Men To Make Fools Of Themselves In Various Styles.

We Must Not Inquire Too Curiously Into Motives. They Are Apt To Become Feeble In The Utterance: The Aroma Is Mixed With The Grosser Air. We Must Keep The Germinating Grain Away From The Light.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.

When We Are Young We Think Our Troubles A Mighty Business - That The World Is Spread Out Expressly As A Stage For The Particular Drama Of Our Lives And That We Have A Right To Rant And Foam At The Mouth If We Are Crossed. I Have Done Enough Of That In My Time.