In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words We Should Know No More Of Each Other's Hearts And Thoughts Than The Dog Knows Of His Fellow Dog....for, If You Will Consider, You Always Think To Yourself In Words, Though You Do Not Speak Them Aloud; And Without Them All Our Thoughts Would Be Mere Blind Longings, Feelings Which We Could Not Understand Ourselves.

And No One Has The Right To Say That No Water-babies Exist, Till They Have Seen No Water-babies Existing; Which Is Quite A Different Thing, Mind, From Not Seeing Water-babies; And A Thing Which Nobody Ever Did, Or Perhaps Will Ever Do. But Surely ... They Would Have Put It Into Spirits, Or Into The Illustrated News, Or Perhaps Cut It Into Two Halves, Poor Dear Little Thing, And Sent One To Professor Owen, And One To Professor Huxley, To See What They Would Each Say About It.

So Fleet The Works Of Men, Back To Their Earth Again;ancient And Holy Things Fade Like A Dream.

If You Wish To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You, What People Think Of You; And Then To You Nothing Will Be Pure. You Will Spoil Everything You Touch; You Will Make Sin And Misery For Yourself Out Of Everything God Sends You; You Will Be As Wretched As You Choose.

Friendship Is Like A Glass Ornament, Once It Is Broken It Can Rarely Be Put Back Together Exactly The Same Way.