Money was their God; work their religion.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

Money was their God; work their religion.

But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.

There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of a wonderful day. But I was not able to make the consummation anywhere nearly as beautiful as the inspiration. That, I suppose, is the cry of every heart struggling for self-expression.

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.