…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.