Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day.

Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day.

Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been penned with history in view?

The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as.

Always have old memories, and young hopes.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self.