When A Woman Gets The Idea Of

Reality Is A Narrow Little House Which Becomes A Prison To Those Who Can't Get Out Of It.

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

Funeral Expenses Are The Curse Of The Poor Everywhere On Earth, They Are Wasteful And Unnecessary, They Are The Price Of Foolish Ostentation And A Display That Is Less An Evidence Of Grief Than A Vulgar Travesty Of Those Pompous Obsequies Where No Grief Is.

No One Can Estimate The Power Of Authority Among Poor And Uneducated People In A World Whose Problems Confuse Even The Wisest.

What Is It In The Actor, The Stage, That Casts So Powerful A Spell On The Young Imagination?