Cowardice More Than Any Other Failing Demands

We All Of Us Need To Be Toppled Off The Throne Of Self, My Dear," He Said. "perched Up There The Tears Of Others Are Never Upon Our Own Cheek.

Peace ... Was Contingent Upon A Certain Disposition Of The Soul, A Disposition To Receive The Gift That Only Detachment From Self Made Possible.

The Perfect Moment, Once Lost, Is Not Easily Found Again.

One Is Seldom Unchanged By The Death Of Those One Loves. It Gives Me A Deeper Knowledge Of Them, And So Of Oneself In Regard To Them.

In Times Of Storm And Tempest, Of Indecision And Desolation, A Book Already Known And Loved Makes Better Reading Than Something New And Untried ... Nothing Is So Warming And Companionable.