The Price Of Indulging Yourself In Your

Confession Is Always Weakness. The Grave Soul Keeps Its Own Secrets, And Takes Its Own Punishment In Silence.

Drying A Widow's Tears Is One Of The Most Dangerous Occupations Known To Man.

For In All The World There Are No People So Piteous And Forlorn As Those Who Are Forced To Eat The Bitter Bread Of Dependency In Their Old Age, And Find How Steep Are The Stairs Of Another Man's House. Wherever They Go They Know Themselves Unwelcome. Wherever They Are, They Feel Themselves A Burden. There Is No Humiliation Of The Spirit They Are Not Forced To Endure. Their Hearts Are Scarred All Over With The Stabs From Cruel And Callous Speeches.

There Is No Weapon In The Feminine Armory To Which Men Are So Vulnerable As They Are To A Smile.

The Comfortable And Comforting People Are Those Who Look Upon The Bright Side Of Life; Gathering Its Roses And Sunshine And Making The Most That Happens Seem The Best.