Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes

In Her Enthusiasms She Had Always Looked For Something Tangible: She Had Always Loved Church For Its Flowers, Music For Its Romantic Words, Literature For Its Power To Stir The Passions And She Rebelled Before The Mysteries Of Faith Just As She Grew Ever More Restive Under Discipline, Which Was Antipathetic To Her Nature.

God Is Only A Word Dreamed Up To Explain The World

She Did Not Believe That Things Could Remain The Same In Different Places, And Since The Portion Of Her Life That Lay Behind Her Had Been Bad, No Doubt That Which Remained To Be Lived Would Be Better.

The Heart, Like The Stomach, Wants A Varied Diet.

Travel Makes One Modest. You See What A Tiny Place You Occupy In The World.