What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head and is known to none but himself. All day long, and every day, the mill of his brain is grinding and his thoughts, not those other things are his history....The mass of him is hidden--it and its volcanic fires that toss and boil,and never rest,night nor day.a>.. width="425" height="350">.. .. ..>
