Love Has Reasons That Reason Knows Not.

He Loves Thee Too Little, Who Loves Anything Together With Thee, Which He Loves Not For Thy Sake.

In The Usual Course Of Study I Had Come To A Book Of A Certain Cicero.

Woman Was Merely Man's Helpmate, A Function Which Pertains To Her Alone. She Is Not The Image Of God But As Far As Man Is Concerned, He Is By Himself The Image Of God.

It Is Not The Punishment But The Cause That Makes The Martyr.

Solvitur Ambulando . . . It Is Solved By Walking.