It Is Lovely, When I Forget All

Cruelty Is The Only Sin.

All Change Is Not Growth, As All Movement Is Not Forward.

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.