Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To

A Doctrine Of Endurance Flows Easily From Our Lips When We Are Enduring Jam And Our Neighbors Dry Bread, And It Is Still Possible For Us To Become Resigned To The Afflictions Of Our Brother.

It Is Only In The Heart That Anything Really Happens.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

The Transcendental Point Of View, The Habit Of Thought Bred By Communion With Earth And Sky, Had Refined The Grain While It Had Roughened The Husk.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!