We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the 'woman's vote' as one and indivisible.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Oh no, I never do much ironing, except the outside clothes. We must not iron out the fresh air and sunshine, you know. It is much more healthful not to, the doctors say.” Seriously, there is something very refreshing about sheets and pillow slips just fresh from the line, after being washed and dried in the sun and air. Just try them that way and see if your sleep is not sweeter.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

The days have never been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before.

Things and persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. How unconsciously we judge others by the light that is within ourselves, condemning or approving them by our own conception of right and wrong, honor and dishonor! We show by our judgment just what the light within us is.