Money Is More Trouble Than It Is

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

Stupidity Has No Friends, And Wants None.

I Am The Inferior Of Any Man Whose Rights I Trample Underfoot.

No Amount Of Preaching, Exhortation, Sympathy, Benevolence, Will Render The Condition Of Our Working Women What It Should Be, So Long As The Kitchen And Needle Are Substantially Their Only Resources.