Politics Were As Bad As Mathematics, And

Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchallenged.

Human Minds Are More Full Of Mysteries Than Any Written Book And More Changeable Than The Cloud Shapes In The Air.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.

…often Between Ourselves And Those Nearest And Dearest To Us There Exists A Reserve Which It Is Very Hard To Overcome.

For With Eyes Made Clear By Many Tears, And A Heart Softened By The Tenderest Sorrow, She Recognized The Beauty Of Her Sister's Life—uneventful, Unambitious, Yet Full Of The Genuine Virtues Which 'smell Sweet, And Blossom In The Dust', The Self-forgetfulness That Makes The Humblest On Earth Remembered Soonest In Heaven, The True Success Which Is Possible To All.