The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than

Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To People Who Have None.

The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than The Tragedy.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

That Was The Worst Of Being Poor, You Couldn't Give The Right Things In Sickness.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.