Weary Or Bitter Of Bewildered As We

. . . There Is An Absolute Disjunction Between Our Father's Love And Our Deserving.

It Is A Good Thing To Know What It Is To Be Poor, And A Better Thing If You Can Do It In Company.

I Wish I Could Leave You Certain Of The Images In My Mind, Because They Are So Beautiful That I Hate To Think They Will Be Extinguished When I Am. Well, But Again, This Life Has Its Own Mortal Loveliness. And Memory Is Not Strictly Mortal In Its Nature, Either. It Is A Strange Thing, After All, To Be Able To Return To A Moment, When It Can Hardly Be Said To Have Any Reality At All, Even In Its Passing. A Moment Is Such A Slight Thing. I Mean, That Its Abiding Is A Most Gracious Reprieve.

I Do Assume That A Character Or A Place Is Inexhaustible And Will Always Reward Further Attention.

For Our Purposes As Human Beings, The Mind Is The Center Of Everything.