It Is Always Good Men Who Do

Every One Must Bear His Own Universe, And Most Persons Are Moderately Interested In Learning How Their Neighbors Have Managed To Carry Theirs.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.

What A Vast Fraternity It Is,--that Of 'hearts That Ache.' For The Last Three Months It Has Seemed To Me As Though All Society Were Coming To Me, To Drop Its Mask For A Moment And Initiate Me Into The Mystery. How We Do Suffer! And We Go On Laughing; For, As A Practical Joke At Our Expense, Life Is A Success.

One Friend In A Life-time Is Much; Two Are Many; Three Are Hardly Possible. Friendship Needs A Certain Parallelism Of Life, A Community Of Thought, A Rivalry Of Aim.

Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds Habit.