It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason is that one fears to be thought of as an arrant braggart.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.

A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.

He who angers you conquers you.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

Fortunately, perhaps, I was completely ignorant of the orthodox theory of the disease polio-myelitis.