Few Forms Of Life Are So Engaging

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

The Government's Like A Mule, It's Slow And It's Sure; It's Slow To Turn, And It's Sure To Turn The Way You Don't Want It.

He Felt With The Force Of A Revelation That To Throw Up The Clods Of Earth Manfully Is As Beneficent As To Revolutionize The World. It Was Not The Matter Of The Work, But The Mind That Went Into It, That Counted - And The Man Who Was Not Content To Do Small Things Well Would Leave Great Things Undone.

It Is Human Nature To Overestimate The Thing You've Never Had.