If You Forgive People Enough

What A Host Of Little Incidents, All Deep-buried In The Past -- Problems That Had Once Been Urgent, Arguments That Had Once Been Keen, Anecdotes That Were Funny Only Because One Remembered The Fun. Did Any Emotion Really Matter When The Last Trace Of It Had Vanished From Human Memory; And If That Were So, What A Crowd Of Emotions Clung To Him As To Their Last Home Before Annihilation? He Must Be Kind To Them, Must Treasure Them In His Mind Before Their Long Sleep.

Laziness In Doing Stupid Things Can Be A Great Virtue.

This Storm You Talk Of . . .t Will Be Such A One, My Son, As The World Has Not Seen Before. There Will Be No Safety By Arms, No Help From Authority, No Answer In Science. It Will Rage Till Every Flower Of Culture Is Trampled, And All Human Things Are Leveled In A Vast Chaos.

In A Small Cathedral Town Where Changes Are Few, There Are Always People Who Remember Who Used To Live In A Particular House, What Happened To Them There And Afterwards, And So On.

If You Forgive People Enough You Belong To Them, And They To You, Whether Either Person Likes It Or Not Squatter's Rights Of The Heart.