A Friend Married Is A Friend Lost.

In Great Memories There Lies The Seed Of Growth.

So To Conduct One's Life As To Realize Oneself-this Seems To Me The Highest Attainment Possible To A Human Being. It Is The Task Of One And All Of Us, But Most Of Us Bungle It.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.

Oh, One Soon Makes Friends With Invalids; And I Need So Much To Have Someone To Live For.

Oh, Law And Order! I Often Think It Is That That Is At The Bottom Of All The Misery In The World.