It Must Be Sad To Outlive Aught

A Suppressed Resolve Will Betray Itself In The Eyes.

Most Of Us Who Turn To Any Subject We Love Remember Some Morning Or Evening Hour When We Got On A High Stool To Reach Down An Untried Volume, Or Sat With Parted Lips Listening To A New Talker, Or For Very Lack Of Books Began To Listen To The Voices Within, As The First Traceable Beginning Of Our Love.

Vague Memories Hang About The Mind Like Cobwebs.

It Is Difficult For Woman To Try To Be Anything Good When She Is Not Believed In.

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.