If You Love People, You Take Them

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Oh, Wise Young Judge.

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.

Everything In The Least Connected With Him Has Value For Me; If Someone Even Mentions His Name It Is Like A Little Present To Me-and I Long To Mention It Myself

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.