In Poor Rosamond's Mind There Was Not

When One Is Five-and-twenty, One Has Not Chalk-stones At One's Finger-ends That The Touch Of A Handsome Girl Should Be Entirely Indifferent.

A Perverted Moral Judgment Belongs To The Dogmatic System.

... It Is One Of The Gains Of Advancing Age That The Good Of Young Creatures Becomes A More Definite Intense Joy To Us. With That Renunciation For Ourselves Which Age Inevitably Brings, We Get More Freedom Of Soul To Enter Into The Life Of Others; What We Can Never Learn They Will Know, And The Gladness Which Is A Departed Sunlight To Us Is Rising With The Strength Of Morning To Them.

The Only Failure One Should Fear, Is Not Hugging To The Purpose They See As Best.

I Have A Knack Of Hoping, Which Is As Good As An Estate.