Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
You anticipate all the bend and falls and rapids and cascades of my mountain life and I know that you say you truly about my companions being those who live with me in the same sky, whether in reach of hand or only of spiritual contact, which is the most real contact of all. I am…
You can exert no influence if you are not susceptible to influence. It is futile for the doctor to shield himself from the influence of the patient and to surround himself with a smokescreen of fatherly and professional authority. If he does so he merely forbids himself the…
You know what I do? Every month, whether I need to or not, I change the way I say good-bye; I start using a different phrase. People like that. They notice that little extra effort. They’ll say to me, “Pardon me, but didn’t you used to say…
How many persons we meet in houses, whom we scarcely speak to, whom yet we honor, and who honor us! How many we see in the street, or sit with in church, whom, though silently, we warmly rejoice to be with! Read the language of these wandering eyebeams…
But a friend is a sane man who exercises not my ingenuity, but me. My friend gives me entertainment without requiring any stipulation on my part. A friend, therefore, is a sort of paradox in nature. I who alone am…
Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both…
Now this conclusion should not be quoted out of text. it does not mean that people are greater than truth. It does not mean that we should worship humanity or individuals. in fact, I strongly oppose getting the idea of love and…
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear tune’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow…
“Have you read ‘Blood on the Banisters’?”
“Oh, yes! I thought it was better than ‘Severed Throats’.”
“So did I,” said Cyril. “Much better. Brighter murderers, subtler detectives, crisper clues… better in every way…”
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frostwork, but the solidest thing we know. For now, after so many ages of experience, what do we know of nature…
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for…
Eleanor Roosevelt’s grandson David Roosevelt says, “Although erroneously attributed to Grandmère, it offers what might well have been her insight on friendship and her unique…”
