Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The

I Have Written Chiefly Because, Though I Have Often Dreaded The Necessity, I Have Found It More Painful, In The End, Not To Write.

Surely One Of The Peculiar Habits Of Circumstances Is The Way They Follow, In Their Eternal Recurrence, A Single Course. If An Event Happens Once In A Life, It May Be Depended Upon To Repeat Later Its General Design.

There Are Times When Life Surprises One, And Anything May Happen, Even What One Had Hoped For.

Many Of The Men Who Had Come To The Wilderness To Practice Religion Appeared To Have Forgotten Its True Nature.

After A Day Of Rain The Sun Came Out Suddenly At Five O'clock And Threw A Golden Bar Into The Deep Victorian Gloom Of The Front Parlour