There Is No Weapon In

For In All The World There Are No People So Piteous And Forlorn As Those Who Are Forced To Eat The Bitter Bread Of Dependency In Their Old Age, And Find How Steep Are The Stairs Of Another Man's House. Wherever They Go They Know Themselves Unwelcome. Wherever They Are, They Feel Themselves A Burden. There Is No Humiliation Of The Spirit They Are Not Forced To Endure. Their Hearts Are Scarred All Over With The Stabs From Cruel And Callous Speeches.

Drying A Widow's Tears Is One Of The Most Dangerous Occupations Known To Man.

There Is No Weapon In The Feminine Armory To Which Men Are So Vulnerable As They Are To A Smile.

The Price Of Indulging Yourself In Your Youth In The Things You Cannot Afford Is Poverty And Dependence In Your Old Age.

It Is A Queer Thing, But Imaginary Troubles Are Harder To Bear Than Actual Ones.