A Heart Is Not Judged By How

“and I,” Declared The Sawhorse, Filling In An Awkward Pause, “am Only Remarkable Because I Can't Help It.”

I Think The World Is Like A Great Mirror, And Reflects Our Lives Just As We Ourselves Look Upon It. Those Who Turn Sad Faces Toward The World Find Only Sadness Reflected. But A Smile Is Reflected In The Same Way, And Cheers And Brightens Our Hearts. You Think There Is No Pleasure To Be Had In Life. That Is Because You Are Heartsick And-and Tired, As You Say. With One Sad Story Ended You Are Afraid To Begin Another-a Sequel-feeling It Would Be Equally Sad. But Why Should It Be? Isn't The Joy Or Sorrow Equally Divided In Life?

Beautiful Things May Be Admired, If Not Loved.

The Absurd And Legendary Devil Is The Enigma Of The Church.

Familiarity With Any Great Thing Removes Our Awe Of It. The Great General Is Only Terrible To The Enemy; The Great Poet Is Frequently Scolded By His Wife; The Children Of The Great Statesman Clamber About His Knees With Perfect Trust And Impunity; The Great Actor Who Is Called Before The Curtain By Admiring Audiences Is Often Waylaid At The Stage Door By His Creditors.