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How frail the human heart must be -- a mirrored pool of thought.

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth.

It is... axiomatic that we should all think of ourselves as being more sensitive than other people because, when we are insensitive in our dealings with others, we cannot be aware of it at the time: conscious insensitivity is a self-contradiction.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

A person who, because he has corns himself, always treads on other people's toes.

It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.

How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...

It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.