The Other Thing That Happened In 1883

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

Do Not Think Too Much Of The Dead Husk Of Your Friend, Or Mourn Too Much Over It, But Send Your Thoughts Out Towards The Real Soul Or Self Which Has Escaped — To Reach It. For So, Surely You Will Cast A Light Of Gladness Upon His Onward Journey, And Contribute Your Part Towards The Building Of That Kingdom Of Love Which Links Our Earth To Heaven.

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.

What Is The Good Of Life If Its Chief Element, And That Which Must Always Be Its Chief Element, Is Odious? No, The Only True Economy Is To Arrange So That Your Daily Labor Shall Be Itself A Joy.

Anyone Who Realises What Love Is, The Dedication Of The Heart, So Profound, So Absorbing, So Mysterious, So Imperative, And Always Just In The Noblest Natures So Strong, Cannot Fail To See How Difficult, How Tragic Even, Must Often Be The Fate Of Those Whose Deepest Feelings Are Destined From The Earliest Days To Be A Riddle And A Stumbling-block, Unexplained To Themselves, Passed Over In Silence By Others.