He Grinned At Her, And She Grinned

One Was Born A Certain Sort Of Person, And Though By Ceasless Struggle One Might Become As Nice As That Sort Of Person Ever Is, One Could Never Become As Nice As A Nicer Sort Of Person.

There Always Comes, I Think, A Sort Of Peak In Suffering At Which Either You Win Over Your Pain Or Your Pain Wins Over You, According As To Whether You Can, Or Cannot, Call Up That Extra Ounce Of Endurance That Helps You To Break Through The Circle Of Yourself And Do The Hitherto Impossible. That Extra Ounce Carries You Through 'le Dernier Quart D' Heure.' Psychologist Have A Name For It, I Believe. Christians Call It The Grace Of God.

Imagination Comes From Yourself And Can Deceive You, But Vision Is A Gift From Outside Yourself - Like Light Striking On Your Closed Eyelids And Lifting Them To See What's Really There.

There Is Always Something Particularly Delightful About Exceptions To A Rule.

All We Are Asked To Bear We Can Bear. That Is A Law Of The Spiritual Life. The Only Hindrance To The Working Of This Law, As Of All Benign Laws, Is Fear.