Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That

The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort They Could Be To A Man.

We Have These Instincts Which Defy All Our Wisdom And For Which We Never Can Frame Any Laws. ... They Are Powers Which Are Imperfectly Developed In This Life, But One Cannot Help The Thought That The Mystery Of This World May Be The Commonplace Of The Next.

I've Found That People Who Look At Things As They Are, And Not As They Wish Them To Be, Are The Ones Who Succeed.

To Let God Make Us, Instead Of Painfully Trying To Make Ourselves; To Follow The Path That His Love Shows Us, Instead Of Through Conceit Or Cowardice Or Mockery Choosing Another; To Trust Him For Our Strength And Fitness As The Flowers Do, Simply Giving Ourselves Back To Him In Grateful Service,—this Is To Keep The Laws That Give Us The Freedom Of The City In Which There Is No Longer Any Night Of Bewilderment Or Ignorance Or Uncertainty.

The Thing That Teases The Mind Over And Over For Years, And At Last Gets Itself Put Down Rightly On Paper - Whether Little Or Great, It Belongs To Literature.