I Am Lonely, Sometimes, But

At Twenty-five, Girls Begin To Talk About Being Old Maids, But Secretly Resolve That They Never Will. At Thirty, They Say Nothing About It, But Quietly Accept The Fact.

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

Have Your Fun, My Dear; But If You Must Earn Your Bread, Try To Make It Sweet With Cheerfulness, Not Bitter With The Daily Regret That It Isn't Cake.

…she Rejoiced As Only Mothers Can In The Good Fortunes Of Their Children.

I Did Fail, Say What You Will, For Jo Wouldn't Love Me.