Every season of life has its compensations.

The good is the greatest rival of the best.

Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

War is a crime committed by men and, therefore, when enough people say it shall not be, it cannot be.

Humanity has to travel a hard road to wisdom, and it has to travel it with bleeding feet.

In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day it will walk in at the back door, purring.

That seems to be the haunting fear of mankind - that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man's comfort.