. Book of the Royal blue . your misfortunes and thiy will maturein your arms. A fool in authority is an expensive his employer, and an insult to his employees. Our wives are no betterthan our mothers-in-lawmake them. Where is the line drawnlx>tween friendship andimposition. l) is the ex-ajrperated condition of afools weakness. Only curs attempt tokeep the under dog hope-lessly down. Little doubts are themicrobes that often con-sume great faiths. Ihe nearer we get tohuman nature, the closerwe are to God. True gentility may bemeasured by what wedont do on account of it. T
. Book of the Royal blue . your misfortunes and thiy will maturein your arms. A fool in authority is an expensive his employer, and an insult to his employees. Our wives are no betterthan our mothers-in-lawmake them. Where is the line drawnlx>tween friendship andimposition. l) is the ex-ajrperated condition of afools weakness. Only curs attempt tokeep the under dog hope-lessly down. Little doubts are themicrobes that often con-sume great faiths. Ihe nearer we get tohuman nature, the closerwe are to God. True gentility may bemeasured by what wedont do on account of it. There is no established rate of interest on tlienotes of indiscretion. If possession is nine points in law, it is points in love. Money is the latch-key that hangs outside thedoor of ill-bred society. Economy cannot consistently be measured byexpenditure. Large minds are too often influenced by smallprejudices. The soft white hands of child-life lead manyof us, with a sense of duty, into the highway The must gentle of all surgeons are these whohave been wounded themselves. .Ml the world loves a lover, except whenthere are two in the same pasture. Sentiment often kisses away tears thatthought fulness might have prevented. We too often considerothers incapable of whatwe are unable to accom-plish ourselves. Many good fellows findtheir way to God outsidethe beaten path of con-ventional belief. The most venomous ofall lies are those breathedfrom the lips wc havekissed. Love leads the way toiiur highest endeavors,prompts us to live andresigns us to die. The weight of a womanwe have ceased to lovemay be measured by aheaviness of about sixty-lour ounces to the pound. My mother was unkIlOW^l to me, yet I look inthe face of every good woman for her likeness. We do not see ourselves as others see us in themirror of our own conceit. A man is always a man; a woman frequentlyonly what a man makes her. The waist of morality is painfully compressedby the stays of moder
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