All we can ever do in the way of good to people is to encourage them to do good to themselves.

Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

With the shock of war the state comes into its own again.

Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.

All we can ever do in the way of good to people is to encourage them to do good to themselves.

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear.

No matter what we have come through, or how many perils we have safely passed, or how many imperfect and jagged - in some places perhaps irreparably - our life has been, we cannot in our heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As we look back on it, it slips in behind us in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour.