A Cat Is Only Technically An Animal,

Swinburne Was An Absurd Character. He Was A Bird Of Showy Strut And Plumage. One Could Not But Admire His Glorious Feathers; But, As Soon As He Began To Moult ... One Saw How Very Little Body There Was Underneath.

Were I A Philosopher, I Should Write A Philosophy Of Toys, Showing That Nothing Else In Life Need To Be Taken Seriously, And That Christmas Day In The Company Of Children Is One Of The Few Occasions On Which Men Become Entirely Alive.

The Happiness Even Of The Naturalist Depends In Some Measure Upon His Ignorance, Which Still Leaves Him New Worlds Of This Kind To Conquer. He May Have Reached The Very Z Of Knowledge In The Books, But He Still Feels Half Ignorant Until He Has Confirmed Each Bright Particular With His Eyes.

Mr. Shaw Came For A Short Time Recently To Be Regarded Less As An Author Than As An Incident In The European War. In The Opinion Of Many People It Seemed As If The Allies Were Fighting Against A Combination Composed Of Germany, Austria-hungary, Turkey, And Mr. Shaw.

The Lovers Of Beauty Must Unite In A League, And Carry Out Some Great Propagandist Work Through The Country. They Must Demand The Extermination Of The Bulldog And The Dismantling Of The Cheap Villa, Both Of Which Are Responsible For A Deal Of Our Contentment Amid Ugliness.