I Can See In What You Call

Happiness Is The Final And Perfect Fruit Of Obedience To The Laws Of Life.

There Is No Blindness More Insidious, More Fatal That This Race For Profit.

How Futile Are Words In The Ears Of Those Who Mourn.

In A Word, Literature Is My Utopia. Here I Am Not Disfranchised. No Barrier Of The Senses Shuts Me Out From The Sweet, Gracious Discourse Of My Book-friends. They Talk To Me Without Embarrassment Or Awkwardness. The Things I Have Learned And The Things I Have Been Taught Seem Of Ridiculously Little Importance Compared With Their "large Loves And Heavenly Charities.

When All You Can Feel Are The Shadows, Turn Your Face Towards The Sun. There Is Always A Bright Side - Even If Only That It Is Not Worse...and It Can Always Be Worse