When I Make Up My Mind To

But She Had Long Ago Learned That When She Wandered Into The Realm Of Fancy She Must Go Alone. The Way To It Was By An Enchanted Path Where Not Even Her Dearest Might Follow Her.

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

I Am Sure We Should Not Shut Our Hearts Against The Healing Influences That Nature Offers Us. But I Understand Your Feeling. I Think We All Experience The Same Thing. We Resent The Thought That Anything Can Please Us When Someone We Love Is No Longer Here To Share The Pleasure With Us, And We Almost Feel As If We Were Unfaithful To Our Sorrow When We Find Our Interest In Life Returning To Us.

Satirize Wickedness If You Must--but Pity Weakness.

War Was A Hellish, Horrible Hideous Thing - Too Horrible And Hideous To Happen In The Twentieth Century Between Civilised Nations.