149. This sort of nervous body is just the instrument to play great music at times
NEW YORK, 15th Nov., 1899. DEAR MARGOT, … On the whole [...]
148. Suffering is the lot of the world’s best and bravest
RIDGELY, 1st Nov., 1899. DEAR MARGOT, … It seems there [...]
145. We have started a new India—a growth—waiting to see what comes.
RIDGELY MANOR, 30th October, 1899. MY DEAR OPTIMIST, I [...]
144. I am much better now and growing so every day.
RIDGELY MANOR 3rd October, 1899. MY DEAR MARY, Thanks f [...]
142. I never saw a man who could satisfy everyone.
RIDGELY MANOR 14th September, 1899. MY DEAR STURDY, I h [...]
141. It is an awful spell of the bad turn of fortune with me last six months.
RIDGELY MANOR 4th September, 1899. MY DEAR MOTHER, It i [...]
147. Mother knows best, that is all about me.
RIDGELY, 4th Sept., 1899. DEAR MRS. BULL, … Mother know [...]
92. The secret of life is not enjoyment, but education through experience.
RIDGELY, 2nd September, 1899. DEAR——, … Life is a serie [...]
140. I want work, I want vigour—no matter who lives or dies.
(Translated from Bengali) LONDON, 10th August, 1899. MY [...]
139. If you want, even if the body be torn and bleeding, you may enjoy the greatest peace in your mind.
C/o MISS NOBLE, 21A HIGH STREET, WIMBLEDON, August, 189 [...]