You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have

The Best Travel Is That Which One Can Take By One's Own Fireside. In Memory Or Imagination.

The Early Months Of Marriage Often Are Times Of Critical Tumult,--whether That Of A Shrimp Pool Or Of Deeper Water,--which Afterwards Subside Into Cheerful Peace.

To The Receptive Soul The River Of Life Pauseth Not, Nor Is Diminished.

There Is No Sort Of Wrong Deed Of Which A Man Can Bear The Punishment Alone; You Can't Isolate Yourself And Say That The Evil That Is In You Shall Not Spread. Men's Lives Are As Thoroughly Blended With Each Other As The Air They Breathe; Evil Spreads As Necessarily As Disease.

I Think I Should Have No Other Mortal Wants, If I Could Always Have Plenty Of Music.