Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!

No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.

Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.

It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.