We Do Not Suffer By Accident.

Teach Us Almighty Father, To Consider This Solemn Truth, As We Should Do, That We May Feel The Importance Of Every Day, And Every Hour As It Passes.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

I Wish, As Well As Everybody Else, To Be Perfectly Happy; But, Like Everybody Else, It Must Be In My Own Way.

Where So Many Hours Have Been Spent In Convincing Myself That I Am Right, Is There Not Some Reason To Fear I May Be Wrong?

I Have Made Myself Two Or Three Caps To Wear Of Evenings Since I Came Home, And They Save Me A World Of Torment As To Hair-dressing, Which At Present Gives Me No Trouble Beyond Washing And Brushing, For My Long Hair Is Always Plaited Up Out Of Sight, And My Short Hair Curls Well Enough To Want No Papering.