The Burden Of The Incommunicable.

Grief Even In A Child Hates The Light And Shrinks From Human Eyes.

War Has A Deeper And More Ineffable Relation To Hidden Grandeurs In Man Than Has Yet Been Deciphered.

It Is An Impressive Truth That Sometimes In The Very Lowest Forms Of Duty, Less Than Which Would Rank A Man As A Villain, There Is, Nevertheless The Sublimest Ascent Of Self-sacrifice. To Do Less Would Class You As An Object Of Eternal Scorn, To Do So Much Presumes The Grandeur Of Heroism.

But My Way Of Writing Is Rather To Think Aloud, And Follow My Own Humours, Than Much To Consider Who Is Listening To Me; And, If I Stop To Consider What Is Proper To Be Said To This Or That Person, I Shall Soon Come To Doubt Whether Any Part At All Is Proper.

Allow Me To Offer My Congratulations On The Truly Admirable Skill You Have Shown In Keeping Clear Of The Mark. Not To Have Hit Once In So Many Trials, Argues The Most Splendid Talents For Missing.