Happiness Lends Poetic Charms To Woman, And

Numbers Are Intellectual Witnesses That Belong Only To Mankind.

A Sick Man, Surrounded By Those Who Love Him, Nursed By Those Who Wish Earnestly That He Should Live, Will Recover (all Other Things Being Equal), When Another Patient Tended By Hirelings Will Die. Doctors Decline To See Unconscious Magnestism In This Phenomenon; For Them It Is The Result Of Intelligent Nursing, Of Exact Obedience To Their Orders; But Many A Mother Knows The Virtue Of Such Ardent Projections Of Strong, Unceasing Prayer.

We Must Certainly Acknowledge That Solitude Is A Fine Thing; But It Is A Pleasure To Have Some One Who Can Answer, And To Whom We Can Say, From Time To Time, That Solitude Is A Fine Thing.

Love May Be The Fairest Gem Which Society Has Filched From Nature; But What Is Motherhood Save Nature In Her Most Gladsome Mood? A Smile Has Dried My Tears.

Poetry Is Only Born After Painful Journeys Into The Vast Regions Of Thought.