“‘All men are equal’ is only a corollary of ‘All men are different’--if only the former had been forgot instead of latter. It might have changed things less--and more.” “Forgive we one another, for we know not what we do. “Each man suffers for the whole world and the whole world for each man. There is little distinction between the destinies of one man and another if this is understood. “Let us not exalt worldly distinctions, titles, etc., by saying that they make no difference.” In 1895 came the words, “East Anglia--the Fens--Yorkshire--the Lakes,” and the isolated thought: “To be alone in eternity is the human lot of a man, but to be alone in time, alas! alas!” The next year he had not touched the book: it was the year of his marriage, for in 1897 he had written: “We have now been married one year.” A list of villages followed showing a zigzag course right across England; then the thought: “There is nothing like the _visible_ solitude of another soul to teach us our own. Two hungers, two thirsts, two solitudes, begetting others.” Was it perhaps at the birth of a child--the date is not given, it might have been the same year, 1897--that he wrote this? “To him who is born into eternity it matters little what happens in time, and a generation of pain is as the falling of a leaf.” Then:-- “Unhappiness is apart from pain. When they tell us that in the Middle Ages and even in the last century men suffered more pain and discomfort than we, they do not tell us that they also had less unhappiness. Many a battlefield has seen more joy than pain; many a festival as little of either.” And then, on a page to itself:-- “We are looking for straight oak sticks in a world where it is hazel that grows straight.” That he was still travelling was indicated only by names of places written down without comment. A week’s accounts showed the expenditure of 10s. on the food of himself, his wife, and John and Paul, two children. In March, 1898, he wrote:-- “The road northward out of Arundel leads to Heaven”; to which he had added, “So does Lavender Hill.” Other thoughts were set down in the same year: “The man who is discontented with this world is like a blackbird who desires to be a plover that calls by night in the wandering sky. “To have loved truly, be it for an hour only, is to be sure of eternity. Love is eternity. And if we have not loved, then also we are destined to eternity in order that in some other condition we may yet love. “If only we did not _know_ that in this world it is often well to attempt what it would not be well to achieve. “Preach extravagance and extremes and ideals that haply we may achieve something above mediocrity. If we preach compromise we may not achieve more than desolation. And yet even out of desolation may bloom the rose. “Exactly the same proportion of marriages as of illicit unions are immoral, even in a worldly sense.” In 1899 it must have been the death of a child that dictated the words:--