Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

A man will never know a woman until he knows her work.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.

There is beautiful you are." "No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob. "Yes," said Owen. "No," said Marged, not so certain. "Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes." "Dove's eyes are small." Marged said. "Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.