Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves part of eternal reality.

But why,... if you have a serious comment to make on the real life of men, must you do it by talking about a phantasmagoric never-never land of your own? Because, I take it, one of the main things the author wants to say is that the real life of men is of that mythical and heroic quality.

Either the day must come when joy prevails and all the makers of misery are no longer able to infect it, or else, for ever and ever, the makers of misery can destroy in others the happiness they reject for themselves.

Christian principles are, admittedly, stricter than the others; but then we think you will get help towards obeying them which you will not get towards obeying the others.

When the opposite of your prayer occurs, your prayer hasn't been ignored; it's been considered & refused for your ultimate good.

I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.