To Be Of Use To The World

We Haven't Yet Got Eyes That Can Gaze Into All The Splendour That God Has Created, But We Shall Get Them One Day; And That Will Be The Finest Fairy Tale Of All, For We Shall Be In It Ourselves.

Most Of The People Who Will Walk After Me Will Be Children, So Make The Beat Keep Time With Short Steps.

I Have Shed Pewter Tears! It Is Too Melancholy! Rather Let Me Go To The Wars And Lose Arms And Legs! It Would At Least Be A Change. I Cannot Bear It Longer! Now, I Know What It Is To Have A Visit From One's Old Thoughts, With What They May Bring With Them! I Have Had A Visit From Mine, And You May Be Sure It Is No Pleasant Thing In The End; I Was At Last About To Jump Down From The Drawers.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.