People Live For The Morrow, Because The

However Closely People Are Attached To One Another, Their Mutual Horizon Nonetheless Includes All Four Compass Directions, And Nowand Again They Notice It.

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.

Do Not Talk About Giftedness, Inborn Talents! One Can Assume Great Men Of All Kinds Who Were Very Little Gifted. They Acquired Greatness, Became “geniuses” (as We Put It), Through Qualities The Lack Of Which No One Who Knew What They Were Would Boast Of: They All Possessed That Seriousness Of The Efficient Workman Which First Learns To Construct The Parts Properly Before It Ventures To Fashion A Great Whole; They Allowed Themselves Time For It, Because They Took More Pleasure In Making The Little, Secondary Things Well Than In The Effect Of A Dazzling Whole.

Unresolved Dissonances Between The Characters And Dispositions Of The Parents Continue To Reverberate In The Nature Of The Child And Make Up The History Of Its Inner Sufferings.

Even The Pluckiest Among Us Has But Seldom The Courage Of What He Really Knows.