When One Has Got To Make Correct

And Perhaps In This Is The Whole Difference; Perhaps All The Wisdom, And All Truth, And All Sincerity, Are Just Compressed Into That Inappreciable Moment Of Time In Which We Step Over The Threshold Of The Invisible.

Lights Of Ships Moved In The Fairway-a Great Stir Of Lights Going Up And Going Down. And Farther West On The Upper Reaches The Place Of The Monstrous Town Was Still Marked Ominously On The Sky, A Brooding Gloom In Sunshine, A Lurid Glare Under The Stars.

If You Don't Make Mistakes, You Don't Make Anything .

I Take It That What All Men Are Really After Is Some Form Or Perhaps Only Some Formula Of Peace.

A Certain Simplicity Of Thought Is Common To Serene Souls At Both Ends Of The Social Scale.