It Is Good To Be Helpful And

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

We Have All Got To Exert Ourselves A Little To Keep Sane, And Call Things By The Same Names As Other People Call Them By.

After All, People May Really Have In Them Some Vocation Which Is Not Quite Plain To Themselves, May They Not? They May Seem Idle And Weak Because They Are Growing. We Should Be Very Patient With Each Other, I Think.

I Love Words; They Are The Quoits, The Bows, The Staves That Furnish The Gymnasium Of The Mind.

Anger And Jealousy Can No More Bear To Lose Sight Of Their Objects Than Love.