Just As All Thought, And Primarily That

And For All His Life It Would Be Kindness And Love That Made Him Cry, Never Pain Or Persecution, Which On The Contrary Only Reinforced His Spirit And His Resolution.

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It

If Those Whom We Begin To Love Could Know Us As We Were Before Meeting Them They Could Perceive What They Have Made Of Us.

“to Think The Way You Do,” He Said Smiling, “you Have To Be A Man Who Lives Either On A Tremendous Despair, Or On A Tremendous Hope.” “on Both, Perhaps.”

One Dies If Necessary, One Breaks Rather Than Bending. But I Bend, Because I Continue To Love Myself.