Life Is A Language In Which Certain

It Is In The Treatment Of Trifles That A Person Shows What They Are.

Animals Hear About Death For The First Time When They Die.

The Little Incidents And Accidents Of Every Day Fill Us With Emotion, Anxiety, Annoyance, Passion, As Long As They Are Close To Us, When They Appear So Big, So Important, So Serious; But As Soon As They Are Borne Down The Restless Stream Of Time They Lose What Significance They Had; We Think No More Of Them And Soon Forget Them Altogether. They Were Big Only Because They Were Near.

In Many Cases Hate A Person Is Rooted In The Involuntary Estimate Of Its Virtues.

It Is A Clumsy Experiment To Make; For It Involves The Destruction Of The Very Consciousness Which Puts The Question And Awaits The Answer.