A Man Given To Vice Is Always

First Of All, Be What You Are.

Truth Is Meant To Save You First, And The Comfort Comes Afterwards.

What Does It Matter, All Is Grace.

Little Things Seem Nothing, But They Give Peace, Like Those Meadow Flowers Which Individually Seem Odorless But All Together Perfume The Air.

I Know The Compassion Of Others Is A Relief At First. I Don't Despise It. But It Can't Quench Pain, It Slips Through Your Soul As Through A Sieve. And When Our Suffering Has Been Dragged From One Pity To Another, As From One Mouth To Another, We Can No Longer Respect Or Love It.