All The Earth, Though It Were Full

In All Disappointments Sympathy Is A Great Balm.

It Is The First Changes Among Familiar Things That Make Such A Mystery Of Time To The Young; Afterwards We Lose The Sense Of The Mysterious. I Take Changes In All I See As A Matter Of Course. The Instability Of All Human Things Is Familiar To Me, To You It Is New And Oppressive." (mr. Bell)

I Never Did Write A Biography, And I Don't Exactly Know How To Set About It; You See I Have To Be Accurate And Keep To The Facts, A Most Difficult Thing For A Writer Of Fiction.

How Am I To Dress Up In My Finery, And Go Off And Away To Smart Parties, After The Sorrow I Have Seen Today?

The Question Always Is, Has Everything Been Done To Make The Sufferings Of These Exceptions As Small As Possible? Or, In The Triumph Of The Crowded Procession, Have The Helpless Been Trampled On, Instead Of Being Gently Lifted Aside Out Of The Roadway Of The Conqueror, Whom They Have No Power To Accompany On His March?