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The Troubles Of The Young Are Soon Over; They Leave No External Mark. If You Wound The Tree In Its Youth The Bark Will Quickly Cover The Gash; But When The Tree Is Very Old, Peeling The Bark Off, And Looking Carefully, You Will See The Scar There Still. All That Is Buried Is Not Dead.

We All Enter The World Little Plastic Beings, With So Much Natural Force, Perhaps, But For The Rest--blank; And The World Tells Uswhat We Are To Be, And Shapes Us By The Ends It Sets Before Us. To You It Says--work; And To Us It Says--seem! To You It Says--as You Approximate To Man's Highest Ideal Of God, As Your Arm Is Strong And Your Knowledge Great, And The Power To Labour Is With You, So You Shall Gain All That Human Heart Desires. To Us It Says--strength Shall Not Help You, Nor Knowledge, Nor Labour. You Shall Gain What Men Gain, But By Other Means. And So The World Makes Men And Women.

We Have Been So Blinded By Thinking And Feeling That We Have Never Seen The World.

[finishing Schools] Are Nicely Adapted Machines For Experimenting On The Question, "into How Little Space A Human Being Can Be Crushed?" I Have Seen Some Souls So Compressed That They Would Have Fitted Into A Small Thimble, And Found Room To Move . . .

My Feeling Is That There Is Nothing In Life But Refraining From Hurting Others, And Comforting Those Who Are Sad.