... Love is heaven and claims its own.

Broadly speaking, nervous women may be divided into two classes - those who are really nervous, and those who imagine themselves to be so.

Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.

In very truth it is the unattained which gives zest to the commonplace and brims the cup of our daily life with keenest joy.

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.

Self-complacen cy is fatal to progress.

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.