Everybody Has Their Days Of Misfortune.

Keep Good Company, Read Good Books, Love Good Things And Cultivate Soul And Body As Faithfully As You Can

At Twenty-five, Girls Begin To Talk About Being Old Maids, But Secretly Resolve That They Never Will. At Thirty, They Say Nothing About It, But Quietly Accept The Fact.

I Often Think Flowers Are The Angels' Alphabet Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious And Beautiful Lessons For Us To Feel And Learn.

Many Argue; Not Many Converse.

You Don’t Need Scores Of Suitors. You Need Only One… If He’s The Right One.