Democracy, like any non-coercive relationship, rests on a shared understanding of limits.
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How frail and ephemeral is the material substance of letters, which makes their very survival so hazardous. Print has a permanence of its own, though it may not be much worth preserving, but a letter Conveyed by uncertain transportation, over which the sender has no control committed to a single individual who may be careless or inappreciative left to the mercy of future generations, of families maybe anxious to suppress the past, of the accidents of removals and house-cleanings, or of mere ignorance. How often it has been by the veriest chance that they have survived at all.Elizabeth Drew
We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.
Elizabeth Drew
The inspired scribbler always has the gift for gossip in our common usage he or she can always inspire the commonplace with an uncommon flavor, and transform trivialities by some original grace or sympathy or humor or affection.
Elizabeth Drew
Travel, instead of broadening the mind, often merely lengthens the conversation.
Elizabeth Drew
The world is not run by thought, nor by imagination, but by opinion.
Elizabeth Drew
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