My Wicked Heart Will Ramble On In

If An Offense Come Out Of The Truth, Better Is It That The Offense Come Than That The Truth Be Concealed.

Bless Thy Simplicity, Tess

The Perfect Woman, You See [is] A Working-woman; Not An Idler; Not A Fine Lady; But One Who [uses] Her Hands And Her Head And Her Heart For The Good Of Others.

But Nothing Is More Insidious Than The Evolution Of Wishes From Mere Fancies, And Of Wants From Mere Wishes.

Why Is It That A Woman Can See From A Distance What A Man Cannot See Close?