Prudence Is The Footprint Of Wisdom.

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Debate Is Masculine, Conversation Is Feminine.

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.