A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

Marriage Is Mostly Puttin' Up With Things, I Reckon, When It Ain't Makin' Believe.

Grandpa Says We've Got Everything To Make Us Happy But Happiness.

To Mourn Was Distressing, But To Endeavor To Mourn And Fail Was Worse Than Distress.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

... Beauty, Like Ecstasy, Has Always Been Hostile To The Commonplace. And The Commonplace, Under Its Popular Label Of The Normal,has Been The Supreme Authority For Homo Sapiens Since The Days When He Was Probably Arboreal.