What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.

Oh may I join the choir invisible / Of those immortal dead who live again / In minds made better by their presence.

All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.