Foppery, Being The Chronic Condition Of Women,

Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves Is Always Tedious.

A Grass Blade Believes That Men Build Palaces For It To Grow In. Grass Wedges Its Way Between The Closest Blocks Of Marble And It Brings Them Down. This Power Of Feeble Life Which Can Creep In Anywhere Is Greater Than That Of The Mighty Behind Their Cannons.

We Love Because We Love.

Love Has Its Own Instinct, Finding The Way To The Heart, As The Feeblest Insect Finds The Way To Its Flower, With A Will Which Nothing Can Dismay Nor Turn Aside.

Wisdom Is That Apprehension Of Heavenly Things To Which The Spirit Rises Through Love.