To Live Is To War With Trolls.

What's To Become Of The Morally Sound? Left Out In The Cold, I Suppose. We Must Heal The Sick.

Look Into Any Man's Heart You Please, And You Will Always Find, In Every One, At Least One Black Spot Which He Has To Keep Concealed.

A Forest Bird Never Wants A Cage.

Nobody Can Put A Character On Paper Without - At Any Rate In Part And At Times - Sitting As A Model For It Himself.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.