I Look Upon Life As

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.

I Had From Childhood Not Only The Experience Of Love And Truth Common To All Family Life, But The Idea Of Them Embodied In The Person Of Jesus, A Picture Always Present To Our Imagination As Well As Our Feelings.

The Principal Fact Of Life Is The Free Mind.

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

A Friend Of Mine Tells Me That A Beethoven Symphony Can Solve For Him A Problem Of Conduct. I've No Doubt That It Does So Simply By Giving Him A Sense Of The Tragedy And The Greatness Of Human Destiny, Which Makes His Personal Anxieties Seem Small, Which Throws Them Into A New Proportion.