All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

How easy to be amiable in the midst of happiness and success.

It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by.

Even at that time the hope of leaving behind messages in bottles on the flood of barbarism bursting on Europe was an amiable illusion: the desperate letters stuck in the mud of the spirit of rejuvenesence and were worked up by a band of Noble Human-Beings and other riff-raff into highly artistic but inexpensive wall-adornments. Only since then has progress in communications really got into its stride. Who, in the end, is to take it amiss if even the freest of free spirits no longer write for an imaginary posterity, more trusting, if possible, than even their contemporaries, but only for the dead God?

All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

How easy to be amiable in the midst of happiness and success.