In those days she was so dreadfully sure of herself that she felt competent to teach anybody anything.
"You laugh at me as long as I am funny and I amuse you; but the minute I begin to talk about serious subjects--such as feelings and sentiments and emotions--you lose your interest at once, and turn everything into a joke.

The truth is, you have so persistently suppressed your higher self that it is dying of inanition; you'll soon have no higher self left at all.

If people don't use their hearts they don't have any, like the Kentucky fish that can't see in the dark because they are blind, don't you know?
Now you should take a leaf out of Mr.Tremaine's book.

The first minute I saw him I knew that he was the sort of man that cultivated his higher self; he was interested in just the things that interest me." The preacher paused for breath, and looked up to see whether her sermon was being "blessed" to her hearer; then suddenly her voice changed-- "What is the matter, Chris ?" "Nothing.

Why ?" "Because you look so awfully white.