Busy Replying To Letters From Divers Office-seekers.

How Strange A Scene Is This In Which We Are Such Shifting Figures, Pictures, Shadows. The Mystery Of Our Existence--i Have No Faith In Any Attempted Explanation Of It. It Is All A Dark, Unfathomed Profound.

As Friends Go It Is Less Important To Live.

There Are Good Points About All... Wars. People Forget Self. The Virtues Of Magnanimity, Courage, Patriotism, Etc., Are Called Into Life. People Are More Generous, More Sympathetic, Better, Than When Engaged In The More Selfish Pursuits Of Peace.

An Amazing Invention - But Who Would Ever Want To Use One?

My Ambition For Station Was Always Easily Controlled. If The Place Came To Me It Was Welcome. But It Never Seemed To Me Worth Seeking At The Cost Of Self-respect, Or Independence. My Family Were Not Historic; They Were Well-to-do, Did Not Hold Or Seek Office. It Was Easy For Me To Be Contented In Private Life. An Honor Was No Honor To Me, If Obtained By My Own Seeking.