I Trust You As Holy

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It.

We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

An Ass May Bray A Good While Before He Shakes The Stars Down.

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.

Character Is Not Cut In Marble - It Is Not Something Solid And Unalterable. It Is Something Living And Changing, And May Become Diseased As Our Bodies Do.