No One Asks Public Men To Be

Very Rare, The Intelligence Of The Heart. The Intelligence Of The Whimsical Brain Is Less Rare, Less Attaching, Sometimes Tedious.

No One Asks Public Men To Be Strictly Moral, But They Must Seem To Be Well-behaved.

I Do Not Think About Absent Persons As Often Or With Such Intense Longing As I Think Of Places. They Lie One Below The Other In My Mind.

There Is Only One World The World Pressing Against You This Minute.

... We Do Not Remember People As They Were. What We Remember Is The Effect They Had On Us Then, But We Remember It Through An Emotion Charged With All That Has Since Happened To Us.