The Passive Master Lent His

The Love That You Withhold Is The Pain That You Carry.

There Is Then Creative Reading As Well As Creative Writing. When The Mind Is Braced By Labor And Invention, The Page Of Whatever Book We Read Becomes Luminous With Manifold Allusion. Every Sentence Is Doubly Significant, And The Sense Of Our Author Is As Broad As The World.

In The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

Nothing Can Work Damage To Me Except Myself; The Harm That I Sustain I Carry About With Me And Never Am A Real Sufferer Except By My Own Fault.

For Everything You Have Missed, You Have Gained Something Else, And For Everything You Gain, You Lose Something Else.