The Hardest Thing For Me

[reformers] Might Be Classified As A Distinct Species Having Eyes In The Back Of Their Heads.

No One In The Modern World Is More Lonely Than The Writer With A Literary Conscience.

Conscience Represents A Fetich To Which Good People Sacrifice Their Own Happiness, Bad People Their Neighbors'.

A Doctrine Of Endurance Flows Easily From Our Lips When We Are Enduring Jam And Our Neighbors Dry Bread, And It Is Still Possible For Us To Become Resigned To The Afflictions Of Our Brother.

There Are Times When Life Surprises One, And Anything May Happen, Even What One Had Hoped For.