But Is It What We Love, Or

One Way Of Getting An Idea Of Our Fellow-countrymen's Miseries Is To Go And Look At Their Pleasures.

I Flutter All Ways, And Fly In None.

In Certain Crises Direct Expression Of Sympathy Is The Least Possible To Those Who Most Feel Sympathy.

A Man Falling Into Dark Waters Seeks A Momentary Footing Even On Sliding Stones.

So Shall I Join The Choir Invisible Whose Music Is The Gladness Of The World.