Selfish— A Judgment Readily Passed By Those

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.

We Are Apt To Think It The Finest Era Of The World When America Was Beginning To Be Discovered, When A Bold Sailor, Even If He Were Wrecked, Might Alight On A New Kingdom.

Perhaps The Wind Wails So In Winter For The Summers Dead, And All Sad Sounds Are Nature's Funeral Cries For What Has Been And Is Not.

I Have The Conviction That Excessive Literary Production Is A Social Offence.

A Woman's Hopes Are Woven Of Sunbeams; A Shadow Annihilates Them.