Our Growing Thought Makes Growing Revelation.

We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

A Human Being In This Aged Nation Of Ours Is A Very Wonderful Hole, The Slow Creation Of Long Interchanging Influences; And Charm Is A Result Of Two Such Wholes, The One Loving And The One Loved.

A Woman's Hopes Are Woven Of Sunbeams; A Shadow Annihilates Them.

The Moment Of Finding A Fellow-creature Is Often As Full Of Mingled Doubt And Exultation, As The Moment Of Finding An Idea.

There's Folks 'ud Hold A Sieve Under The Pump And Expect To Carry Away The Water.