Like other potentates with a long habit of arbitrary authority, she covered her perplexity with a smart show of decision.

Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.

It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!

Our imaginations seem to have been torn open . . . as by a charge of dynamite.

If we would only give, just once, the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two weeks' vacation, we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our busy days.