If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret,

There Is A Slow-growing Beauty Which Only Comes To Perfection In Old Age.... I Have Seen Sweeter Smiles On A Lip Of Seventy Than I Ever Saw On A Lip Of Seventeen. There Is The Beauty Of Youth, And There Is Also The Beauty Of Holiness—a Beauty Much More Seldom Met; And More Frequently Found In The Arm-chair By The Fire, With Grandchildren Around Its Knee, Than In The Ball-room Or The Promenade.

A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which All Things Serve.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul Is When It Loses Faith In God And Woman.