For in all the world there are no people so piteous and forlorn as those who are forced to eat the bitter bread of dependency in their old age, and find how steep are the stairs of another man's house. Wherever they go they know themselves unwelcome. Wherever they are, they feel themselves a burden. There is no humiliation of the spirit they are not forced to endure. Their hearts are scarred all over with the stabs from cruel and callous speeches.

Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.

The reason husbands and wives do not understand each other is because they belong to different sexes.

The comfortable and comforting people are those who look upon the bright side of life; gathering its roses and sunshine and making the most that happens seem the best.

There is no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.

It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.

I have learned to live each day as it comes, and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow. It is the dark menace of the future that makes cowards of us.