The Human Heart Finds Nowhere Shelter But

Even Those Who Call Themselves 'intimate' Know Very Little About Each Other - Hardly Ever Know Just How A Sorrow Is Felt, And Hurt Each Other By Their Very Attempts At Sympathy Or Consolation. We Can Bear No Hand On Our Bruises.

Mysterious Haunts Of Echoes Old And Far, The Voice Divine Of Human Loyalty.

It's Well Known There's Always Two Sides, If No More.

But Very Little Achievement Is Required In Order To Pity Another Man's Shortcomings.

Education Was Almost Entirely A Matter Of Luck — Usually Of Ill-luck — In Those Distant Days.