... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.

Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?

May every soul that touches mine - be it the slightest contact - get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought; one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky; one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life; one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists - to make this life worthwhile.

Consequences are unpitying.