Let Us Leave The Cure Of Public

Materialism And Spirituality Are Two Pretty Racquets With Which Charlatans In Cap And Gown Make The Same Ball Fly.

Nothing Is Irredeemably Ugly But Sin.

A Mother's Life, You See, Is One Long Succession Of Dramas, Now Soft And Tender, Now Terrible. Not An Hour But Has Its Joys And Fears.

Courtesy Is Only A Thin Veneer On The General Selfishness.

God Is The Poet; Men Are But The Actors. The Great Dramas Of Earth Were Written In Heaven.