It's Good To Slowly Come To The

To Be Good We Must Needs Have Suffered; But Perhaps It Is Necessary To Have Caused Suffering Before We Can Become Better.

What Man Is There That Does Not Laboriously, Though All Unconsciously, Himself Fashion The Sorrow That Is To Be The Pivot Of His Life.

It's Good To Slowly Come To The Realization That You Understand Nothing.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.