* * * * * There are women who consider the world well lost for the man whom they love and idealize; while upon close acquaintance they would discover that he was not worth even the loss of a dinner. * * * * * Twelve "good men and true", will, after mature deliberation, consign a man to the gallows. Twelve women, good and true, will, without any deliberation, send a woman to death by their venomous tongues. * * * * * There are a few people who would change their individuality for that of another. We might be willing to exchange positions, to exchange all that is apparent to the eyes of the world, but our inner consciousness, our memories, our thoughts, feelings and desires; all that is part and parcel of ourselves, we hold sacred. Some minds are so small that a favour weighs heavily upon them. * * * * * At times one is inclined to believe that even the gods are guilty of favouritism. * * * * * Some people's lives are like a flower, the more they are crushed, the sweeter the perfume they exhale. * * * * * There are some people who look so rigidly virtuous and repellant that it is a satisfaction to feel one's self just a little bit wicked. * * * * * We look to the higher classes and to the lower for good breeding. Middle class people are proverbially ill-bred. What can equal the airs and assumptions of the retired grocer's wife, who has neither the breeding of a lady, nor the unaffected manner of the working-woman. * * * * * What a pity there is such an incessant babbling of human tongues, when the daisies by the wayside, the trees of the forest, the birds in their nests, could tell us such wondrous things if our ears were attuned to hear, but the senses are deadened by the discordant din of dismal sounds. Love is the one power which transfigures the common things of life. * * * * * One-half of our lives is spent in making blunders, the other half in trying to rectify them. * * * * * How useless to tell many people to think, for they have nothing to think. A man reasons, a woman divines. * * * * * There are so many inconsistencies in life that at times one is appalled. Take marriage, for instance:--A young woman marries a man who is tottering on the brink of the grave; old, blaze, a worn-out roue; but with money enough to gild and gloss the antiquated ruin. She goes before a clergyman and promises to love, honour and obey. Yes; she loves the luxury with which she will be surrounded, the glitter of diamonds, the equipages, the great house, all the paraphanalia of wealth, but she _hates_ the trembling, tottering, blear-eyed object who bought her.