The Trouble Is Small, The

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.

Everybody Wants To Be Somebody; Nobody Wants To Grow.

Children Can Scarcely Be Fashioned To Meet With Our Likes And Our Purpose. Just As God Did Us Give Them, So Must We Hold Them And Love Them, Nurture And Teach Them To Fullness And Leave Them To Be What They Are.

Few Rash Of Any Modern Nation Have A Proper Sense Of An Aesthetical Whole; They Praise And Blame By Parts; They Are Charmed By Passages. And Who Has Greater Reason To Rejoice In This Than Actors, Since The Stage Is Ever But A Patched And Piecemeal Matter?

No Doubt You Are Right... There Would Be Far Less Suffering Amongst Mankind If Men... Did Not Employ Their Imaginations So Assiduously In Recalling The Memory Of Past Sorrow, Instead Of Bearing Their Present Lot With Equanimity.