Every True Friend Is A Glimpse Of

It Is The Greatest Of All Mistakes To Begin Life With The Expectation That It Is Going To Be Easy, Or With The Wish To Have It So.

We Might All Place Ourselves In One Of Two Ranks The Women Who Do Something, And The Women Who Do Nothing; The First Being Of Course The Only Creditable Place To Occupy.

Whatever With The Past Has Gone, The Best Is Always Yet To Come.

A Friend Is A Beloved Mystery; Dearest Always Because He Is Not Ourself, And Has Something In Him Which It Is Impossible For Us To Fathom. If It Were Not So, Friendship Would Lose Its Chief Zest.

Our Relatives Form The Natural Setting Of Our Childhood. We Understand Ourselves Best And Are Best Understood By Others Through The Persons Who Came Nearest To Us In Our Earliest Years.