But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have sooth’d it all.
W. S. Landor.
The devil has made the stuff of our life and God makes the hem.
Victor Hugo (By the King’s Command).
I think, I said, I can make it plain that there are at least six personalities distinctly to be recognized as taking part in a dialogue between John and Thomas.
Three Johns: The real John—known only to his Maker. John’s ideal John—never the real one, and often very unlike him. Thomas’s ideal John—never the real John, nor John’s John, but often very unlike either.