There Are Men Whose Presence Infuses Trust

The Soul Of Man, When It Gets Fairly Rotten, Will Bear You All Sorts Of Poisonous Toad-stools, And No Eye Can See Whence Came The Seed Thereof.

I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But Also To Be Told I Am Loved.

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

When We Are Dead : It Is The Living Only Who Cannot Be Forgiven The Living Only From Whom Men's Indulgence And Reverence Are Held Off, Like The Rain By The Hard East Wind .

Receptiveness Is A Rare And Massive Power, Like Fortitude.