Do We Not All Spend

It Is Only In The Space That Our Thoughts And Our Feelings Enclose That Our Happiness Can Breathe In Freedom.

Wisdom Requires No Form; Her Beauty Must Vary, As Varies The Beauty Of Flame. She Is No Motionless Goddess, For Ever Couched On Her Throne.

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

The Decent Moderation Of Today Will Be The Least Of Human Things Tomorrow. At The Time Of The Spanish Inquisition, The Opinion Of Good Sense And Of The Good Medium Was Certainly That People Ought Not To Burn Too Large A Number Of Heretics; Extreme And Unreasonable Opinion Obviously Demanded That They Should Burn None At All.