The Best Of Us Being

Every Young Sculptor Seems To Think That He Must Give The World Some Specimen Of Indecorous Womanhood, And Call It Eve, Venus, A Nymph, Or Any Name That May Apologize For A Lack Of Decent Clothing.

The Heart Of True Womanhood Knows Where Its Own Sphere Is, And Never Seeks To Stray Beyond It!

Happiness Is Like A Butterfly.

It Loves More Readily Than It Hates.

Mountains Are Earth's Undecaying Monuments.