The Home Is A Human Institution. All

Never In All Her Life Had She Imagined That This Idolized Millinery Could Look, To Those Who Paid For It, Like The Decorations Of An Insane Monkey.

The Home Is The Centre And Circumference, The Start And The Finish, Of Most Of Our Lives.

While We Flatter Ourselves That Things Remain The Same, They Are Changing Under Our Very Eyes From Year To Year, From Day To Day.

The One Predominant Duty Is To Find One's Work And Do It.

If Fifty Men Did All The Work, / And Gave The Price To Five, / And Let Those Five Make All The Rules - / You'd Say The Fifty Men Were Fools, / Unfit To Be Alive.