What is charm, it is not a moral quality, it is not intellectual for no man by much thinking is able to add a grain of it to his personality. One either has it or has it not, it cannot be acquired or even cultivated. It is not physical even, it seems to be added to the human personality, an aura, a glow, the gold dust upon a butterfly's wing, the bloom upon a peach.

Words as to the inner emotions do not come readily to me, for I have led an isolated life mentally and spiritually.

The luxuries of the few were becoming necessities of the many.

The wife ought to have the first child and the husband the second, then there wouldn't ever be any more.

Nature knows no calendar, the seasons move in a circle.

What greater restoratives have we poor mortals than a good meal taken in the company of loving friends?

The harvest-home or supper is a thing of the past. To those who feel the fascination of the past this may appear sad, but it is not so really for, even while it existed, this surface goodwill was often an empty show.