A Boy's Muscles Move Quicker Than His

It Is Well We Cannot See Into The Future. There Are Few Boys Of Fourteen Who Would Not Feel Ashamed Of Themselves At Forty.

Conceit Is The Finest Armour A Man Can Wear.

It Seems To Me So Shocking To See The Precious Hours Of A Man's Life - The Priceless Moments That Will Never Come Back To Him Again - Being Wasted In A Mere Brutish Sleep.

That Is Just The Way With Memory; Nothing That She Brings To Us Is Complete. She Is A Willful Child; All Her Toys Are Broken. I Remember Tumbling Into A Huge Dust-hole When A Very Small Boy, But I Have Not The Faintest Recollection Of Ever Getting Out Again; And If Memory Were All We Had To Trust To, I Should Be Compelled To Believe I Was There Still.

A Cat's Got Her Own Opinion Of Human Beings. She Don't Say Much, But You Can Tell Enough To Make You Anxious Not To Hear The Whole Of It.