But Many Of The Bravest Never Are

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.

I May Be Strong-minded, But No One Can Say I'm Out Of My Sphere Now, For Woman's Special Mission Is Supposed To Be Drying Tears And Bearing Burdens

We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending We Won't.

Money Is The Root Of All Evil, And Yet It Is Such A Useful Root That We Cannot Get On Without It Any More Than We Can Without Potatoes.

She Fell Into The Moody, Miserable State Of Mind Which Often Comes When Strong Wills Have To Yield To The Inevitable.