But Very Little Achievement Is

The Only Failure One Should Fear, Is Not Hugging To The Purpose They See As Best.

The Greatest Benefit We Owe To The Artist, Whether Painter, Poet, Or Novelist, Is The Extension Of Our Sympathies.

Childhood Has No Forebodings; But Then, It Is Soothed By No Memories Of Outlived Sorrow.

And We Must Learn To Accommodate Ourselves To The Discovery That Some Of Those Cunningly-fashioned Instruments Called Human Souls Have Only A Very Limited Range Of Music, And Will Not Vibrate In The Least Under A Touch That Fills Others With Tremulous Rapture Or Quivering Agony.

Conscientious People Are Apt To See Their Duty In That Which Is The Most Painful Course.