Upon My Word, I Think The Truth

Her Own Misery Filled Her Heart—there Was No Room In It For Other People's Sorrow.

Mighty Is The Force Of Motherhood! It Transforms All Things By Its Vital Heat; It Turns Timidity Into Fierce Courage, And Dreadless Defiance Into Tremulous Submission; It Turns Thoughtlessness Into Foresight, And Yet Stills All Anxiety Into Calm Content; It Makes Selfishness Become Self-denial, And Gives Even To Hard Vanity The Glance Of Admiring Love.

There's No Disappointment In Memory, And One's Exaggerations Are Always On The Good Side.

Our Thoughts Are Often Worse Than We Are.

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.