A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

A rattlesnake that doesn't bite teaches you nothing.

One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup with the ecstasy they feel when clasping a puppy?

It is the loving, not the loved, woman who feels loveable.

The emotion, the ecstasy of love, we all want, but God spare us the responsibility.