If It Is Ones Lot To Be

There Are People Who Are Willing To Suffer And Swallow Their Tears At Leisure, And God Will No Doubt Reward Them In Heaven For Their Resignation; But Those Who Have The Will To Struggle Strike Back At Fate In Retaliation For The Blows They Receive.

There Are Some Situations Which Men Understand By Instinct, By Which Reason Is Powerless To Explain; In Such Cases The Greatest Poet Is He Who Gives Utterance To The Most Natural And Vehement Outburst Of Sorrow. Those Who Hear The Bitter Cry Are As Much Impressed As If They Listened To An Entire Poem, And When Th Sufferer Is Sincere They Are Right In Regarding His Outburst As Sublime.

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.

In All Times, And All Countries Especially In Those Countries Which Are Divided Within By Religious Faith, There Are Always Fanatics Who Will Be Well Contented To Be Regarded As Martyrs.

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.