We Have All Got To Exert Ourselves

When Our Life Is A Continuous Trial, The Moments Of Respite Seem Only To Substitute The Heaviness Of Dread For The Heaviness Of Actual Suffering; The Curtain Of Cloud Seems Parted An Instant Only That We May Measure All Its Horror As It Hangs Low, Black, And Imminent, In Contrast With The Transient Brightness; The Waterdrops That Visit The Parched Lips In The Desert Bear With Them Only The Keen Imagination Of Thirst.

Affection Is The Broadest Basis Of A Good Life.

There Is No Private Life Which Has Not Been Determined By A Wider Public Life.

The Responsibility Of Tolerance Lies With Those Who Have The Wider Vision.

Our Dead Are Never Dead To Us, Until We Have Forgotten Them.