Those Only Can Thoroughly Feel The Meaning

It Is Painful To Be Told That Anything Is Very Fine And Not Be Able To Feel That It Is Fine--something Like Being Blind, While People Talk Of The Sky.

Time, Like Money, Is Measured By Our Needs.

An Ass May Bray A Good While Before He Shakes The Stars Down.

What Novelty Is Worth That Sweet Monotony Where Everything Is Known, And Loved Because It Is Known?

... It Is One Of The Gains Of Advancing Age That The Good Of Young Creatures Becomes A More Definite Intense Joy To Us. With That Renunciation For Ourselves Which Age Inevitably Brings, We Get More Freedom Of Soul To Enter Into The Life Of Others; What We Can Never Learn They Will Know, And The Gladness Which Is A Departed Sunlight To Us Is Rising With The Strength Of Morning To Them.