Stupidity Talks, Vanity Acts.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

True Or False, That Which Is Said Of Men Often Occupies As Important A Place In Their Lives, And Above All In Their Destinies, As That Which They Do.

There Is But One Way Of Refusing To-morrow, That Is To Die.

One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of The Outward, Visible World Without Giving Some Thought To The Hidden, Private Life Of Ordinary People; And On The Other Hand One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of This Inner Life Without Taking Into Account Outward Events Where These Are Relevant.

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.