Life Has Taught Me That The Greatest

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

...america Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of A Single-track Mind. We Are Able To Accommodate, At A Time, Only One National Hero; And We Demand That That Hero Shall Be Uniform And Invincible. As A Literate People We Are Preoccupied, Neither With The Race Nor The Individual, But With The Type. Yesterday, We Romanticized The "tough Guy;" Today, We Are Romanticizing The Underprivileged, Tough Or Tender; Tomorrow, We Shall Begin To Romanticize The Pure Primitive.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.