You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But

Death Must No Longer Be Either The Penalty For Prosperity Or The Consolation Of Misery. God Did Not Destine It To Be Either The Punishment Or The Compensation For Life.

It Is Quite Wrong To Think Of Old Age As A Downward Slope. On The Contrary, One Climbs Higher And Higher With The Ad-vancing Years, And That, Too With Sur-prising Strides. Brain-work Comes As Easily To The Old As Physical Exertion To The Child. One Is Moving, It Is True, Towards The End Of Life, But That End Is Now A Goal, And Not A Reef In Which The Vessel May Be Dashed.

I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being.

Simplicity Is The Essence Of The Great, The True, The Beautiful In Art.

No Human Being Can Control Love, And No One Is To Blame Either For Feeling It Or For Losing It. What Alone Degrades A Woman Is Falsehood.