A Man Deep-wounded May Feel Too Much

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

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

I Think I Am Quite Wicked With Roses. I Like To Gather Them, And Smell Them Till They Have No Scent Left.

Having Once Embarked On Your Marital Voyage, It Is Impossible Not To Be Aware That You Make No Way And The Sea Is Not Within Sight; That In Fact, You Are Exploring An Enclosed Basin.

That Sort Of Reputation Which Precedes Performance [is] Often The Larger Part Of A Man's Fame.