What A Strange Power The Perception Of Beauty Is! It Seems To Ebb And Flow Like Some Secret Tide, Independent Alike Of Health And Disease, Of Joy Or Sorrow. There Are Times In Our Lives When We Seem To Go Singing On Our Way, And When The Beauty Of The World Sets Itself Like A Quiet Harmony To The Song We Uplift.
The Test Of A Good Letter Is A Very Simple One. If One Seems To Hear The Other Person Talking As One Reads, It Is A Good Letter.
I Am Sure It Is One's Duty As A Teacher To Try To Show Boys That No Opinions, No Tastes, No Emotions Are Worth Much Unless They Are One's Own. I Suffered Acutely As A Boy From The Lack Of Being Shown This.
A Diary Need Not Be A Dreary Chronicle Of One's Movements; It Should Aim Rather At Giving Salient Account Of Some Particular Episode, A Walk, A Book, A Conversation.
All The Best Stories In The World Are But One Story In Reality - The Story Of Escape. It Is The Only Thing Which Interests Us All And At All Times, How To Escape.
I Have Known Some Quite Good People Who Were Unhappy, But Never An Interested Person Who Was Unhappy.
I Never Enter A New Company Without The Hope That I May Discover A Friend, Perhaps The Friend, Sitting There With An Expectant Smile. That Hope Survives A Thousand Disappointments.
One's Mind Has A Way Of Making Itself Up In The Background, And It Suddenly Becomes Clear What One Means To Do.
Do You Know The Times When One Seems To Stick Fast In Circumstances Like The Fly In The Jam-pot? It Can't Be Helped, And I Suppose The Best Thing To Do Is To Lay In A Good Store Of Jam!
There Remain Times When One Can Only Endure. One Lives On, One Doesn't Die, And The Only Thing That One Can Do, Is To Fill One's Mind And Time As Far As Possible With The Concerns Of Other People. It Doesn't Bring Immediate Peace, But It Brings The Dawn Nearer.
