Necessity Is The Spur Of Genius.

Virtue, My Pet, Is An Abstract Idea, Varying In Its Manifestations With The Surroundings. Virtue In Provence, In Constantinople, In London, And In Paris Bears Very Different Fruit, But Is None The Less Virtue.

Some Day You Will Find Out That There Is Far More Happiness In Another's Happiness Than In Your Own.

God Reveals Himself, Unfailingly, To The Solitary, Thoughtful Seeker

To Be Happy, A Man Must Love His Wife As She Chooses To Be Loved.

A Mother's Life, You See, Is One Long Succession Of Dramas, Now Soft And Tender, Now Terrible. Not An Hour But Has Its Joys And Fears.