Poverty, For Me, Is Synonymous With Degradation.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

Who Has Words At The Right Moment?

It Is Good To Be Attracted Out Of Ourselves, To Be Forced To Take A Near View Of The Sufferings, The Privations, The Efforts, The Difficulties Of Others.

Jane! Will You Hear Reason?' (he Stooped And Approached His Lips To My Ear) 'because, If You Won't, I'll Try Violence.

The Eagerness Of A Listener Quickens The Tongue Of A Narrator.