There Is Something Great And Terrible About

All Men Can Bear A Familiar, Definite Misfortune Better Than The Cruel Alternations Of A Fate Which, From One Moment To Another, Brings Excessive Joy Or Sorrow.

The Mind, Too, Has Its Regimen. It Needs Gymnastics, Just Like The Body Does.

The Art Of Motherhood Involves Much Silent, Unobtrusive Self-denial, An Hourly Devotion Which Finds No Detail Too Minute.

In Intimate Family Life, There Comes A Moment When Children, Willingly Or No, Become The Judges Of Their Parents.

Women Are Ever The Dupes Or The Victims Of Their Extreme Sensitiveness.