A Well Begun Is Half Ended.

One's Mind Has A Way Of Making Itself Up In The Background, And It Suddenly Becomes Clear What One Means To Do.

What A Strange Power The Perception Of Beauty Is! It Seems To Ebb And Flow Like Some Secret Tide, Independent Alike Of Health And Disease, Of Joy Or Sorrow. There Are Times In Our Lives When We Seem To Go Singing On Our Way, And When The Beauty Of The World Sets Itself Like A Quiet Harmony To The Song We Uplift.

All The Best Stories In The World Are But One Story In Reality - The Story Of Escape. It Is The Only Thing Which Interests Us All And At All Times, How To Escape.

There Remain Times When One Can Only Endure. One Lives On, One Doesn't Die, And The Only Thing That One Can Do, Is To Fill One's Mind And Time As Far As Possible With The Concerns Of Other People. It Doesn't Bring Immediate Peace, But It Brings The Dawn Nearer.

I Think I Feel Rather Differently About Sympathy To What Seems The Normal View. I Like Just To Feel It Is There, But Not Always Expressed.