Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.

All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.

Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.

Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.