Guard You Thoughts As You Would Your

Better Not Be A Hero Than Work Oneself Up Into Heroism By Shouting Lies.

We Should Have To Abandon Our Vested Illusions, Our Irrational Religions And Patriotisms.

With You A Part Of Me Hath Passed Away; For In The Peopled Forest Of My Mind A Tree Made Leafless By This Wintry Wind Shall Never Don Again Its Green Array. Chapel And Fireside, Country Road And Bay, Have Something Of Their Friendliness Resigned; Another, If I Would, I Could Not Find, And I Am Grown Much Older In A Day. But Yet I Treasure In My Memory Your Gift Of Charity, And Young Hearts Ease, And The Dear Honour Of Your Amity; For These Once Mine, My Life Is Rich With These. And I Scarce Know Which Part May Greater Be,-- What I Keep Of You, Or You Rob From Me.

Theory Helps Us To Bear Our Ignorance Of Facts.

Our Occasional Madness Is Less Wonderful Than Our Occasional Sanity.