Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

There is no harm in a man's cub.

God gives all men all earth to love, but since man's heart is small, ordains for each one spot shall prove belov?d over all.