Nothing Living Should Ever Be

In My Opinion, Too Much Attention To Weather Makes For Instability Of Character.

Autumn Days Have A Holiness That Spring Lacks ... They Are Like Old Serene Saints For Whom Death Has Lost Its Terror.

The Child In Us Is Always There, You Know, And It's The Best Part Of Us, The Winged Part That Travels Farthest.

If One's Intellectual Equipment Was Not Great, One's Spiritual Experience Not Deep, The Result Of Doing One's Very Best Could Only Seem Very Lightweight In Comparison With The Effort Involved. But Perhaps That Was Not Important. The Mysterious Power That Commanded Men Appeared To Him To Ask Of Them Only Obedience And The Maximum Of Effort And To Remain Curiously Indifferent As To The Results.

Being Ill Makes You Feel What Well People Call Sentimental, But What You Feel Is Nonetheless Genuine Whatever They Call It.