Solomon's Proverbs, I Think, Have

Oh, The Comfort, The Inexpressible Comfort Of Feeling Safe With A Person; Having Neither To Weigh Thoughts Nor Measure Words, But To Pour Them All Out, Just As They Are, Chaff And Grain Together, Knowing That A Faithful Hand Will Take And Sift Them, Keep What Is Worth Keeping, And Then, With A Breath Of Kindness, Blow The Rest Away.

It Is Surely Better To Pardon Too Much, Than To Condemn Too Much.

Our Dead Are Never Dead To Us, Until We Have Forgotten Them.

How Unspeakably The Lengthening Of Memories In Common Endears Our Old Friends!

Every Woman Is Supposed To Have The Same Set Of Motives, Or Else To Be A Monster.