The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

In the stress of modern life, how little room is left for that most comfortable vanity that whispers in our ears that failures are not faults! Now we are taught from infancy that we must rise or fall upon our own merits; that vigilance wins success, and incapacity means ruin

Necessity knows no Sunday.

History is, and has always been trameled by facts. It may ignore some and deny others; but it cannot accommodate itself unreservedly to theories; it cannot be stripped of things evidenced in favor of things surmised.

This is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.

Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.

We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.