Some People Are Born To Make Life

Loquacity With Tongue Or Pen Is Its Own Reward -- Or, Punishment.

There Is No General Doctrine Which Is Not Capable Of Eating Out Our Morality If Unchecked By The Deep-seated Habit Of Direct Fellow-feeling With Individual Fellow-men.

Oh, The Comfort, The Inexpressible Comfort Of Feeling Safe With A Person; Having Neither To Weigh Thoughts Nor Measure Words, But To Pour Them All Out, Just As They Are, Chaff And Grain Together, Knowing That A Faithful Hand Will Take And Sift Them, Keep What Is Worth Keeping, And Then, With A Breath Of Kindness, Blow The Rest Away.

Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing, Elevates A Nation.

Genius At First Is Little More Than A Great Capacity For Receiving Discipline.