It Is Not Well For

The More Sincere We Are In Our Belief, As A Rule, The Less Demonstrative We Are.

Memory Can Glean, But Can Never Renew. It Brings Us Joys Faint As Is The Perfume Of The Flowers, Faded And Dried, Of The Summer That Is Gone.

Women Are A New Race, Recreated Since The World Received Christianity.

A Man Has No More Religion Than He Acts Out In His Life.

I Think Half The Troubles For Which Men Go Slouching In Prayer To God Are Caused By Their Intolerable Pride. Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges. We Let Our Blessings Get Mouldy, And Then Call Them Curses.