So Much Perfection Argues Rottenness Somewhere.

Thank Goodness My Education Was Neglected.

I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I Would Like To Go On With Them For Years.

What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood?

All Outward Forms Of Religion Are Almost Useless, And Are The Causes Of Endless Strife. Believe There Is A Great Power Silently Working All Things For Good, Behave Yourself And Never Mind The Rest.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.