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Everyone Bowed To That Unwritten Law Of Family Life Which Ordains That, In The Long Run, Everyone Submerges His Personal Preference In The Effort To Conform To That Of The Member Of The Circle Who Complains Most Loudly And Is Most Difficult To Satisfy.

One Reason We Haven't Any National Art Is Because We Have Too Much Magnificence. All Our Capacity For Admiration Is Used Up On The Splendor Of Palace-like Railway Stations And Hotels. Our National Tympanum Is So Deafened By That Blare Of Sumptuousness That We Have No Ears For The Still, Small Voice Of Beauty.

There Is No Human Relationship More Intimate Than That Of Nurse And Patient, One In Which The Essentials Of Character Are More Rawly Revealed.

No Vermont Town Ever Let Anybody In It Starve.

The Actions Of A Human Being, Even Of Fifteen Months Of Age, May Not Be Without Significance To A Sympathetic Eye.