We Want People To Feel With Us

Speech Is But Broken Light Upon The Depth Of The Unspoken.

Our Consciousness Rarely Registers The Beginning Of A Growth Within Us Any More Than Without Us; There Have Been Many Circulation Of The Sap Before We Detect The Smallest Sign Of The Bud.

Every Year Strips Us Of At Least One Vain Expectation, And Teaches Us To Reckon Some Solid Good In Its Stead.

You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.

Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.