There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.

It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.

There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.

Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?