Women, Somehow, Have The Same

Troubles Are Like Babies - They Only Grow By Nursing.

A Piece Of Simple Goodness--a Letter Gushing From The Heart; A Beautiful Unstudied Vindication Of The Worth And Untiring Sweetness Of Human Nature--a Record Of The Invulnerability Of Man, Armed With High Purpose, Sanctified By Truth.

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

If An Earthquake Were To Engulf England Tomorrow, The English Would Manage To Meet And Dine Somewhere Among The Rubbish, Just To Celebrate The Event.

Modesty Is A Bright Dish-cover, Which Makes Us Fancy There Is Something Very Nice Underneath It.