The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.
The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.
The knowledge of your helplessness in any circumstances is so perfect that it begets a sense of irresponsibility, almost of security and as you drowse upon the pallet of the sleeping car, and feel yourself hurled forward through the obscurity, you are almost thankful that you can do nothing, for it is upon this condition only that you can endure it and some such condition as this, I suppose, accounts for many heroic facts in the world.
Rapture of life ineffable, perfect--as if in the brier,
Leafless there by my door, trembled a sense of the rose.
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