As A Man Lives And Thinks, So

Matters Change And Morals Change; Men Remain.

Art Is The One Form Of Human Energy In The Whole World, Which Really Works For Union, And Destroys The Barriers Between Man And Man. It Is The Continual, Unconscious Replacement, However Fleeting, Of Oneself By Another; The Real Cement Of Human Life; The Everlasting Refreshment And Renewal. For, What Is Grievous, Dompting, Grim, About Our Lives Is That We Are Shut Up Within Ourselves, With An Itch To Get Outside Ourselves. And To Be Stolen Away From Ourselves By Art Is A Momentary Relaxation From That Itching, A Minute's Profound, And As It Were Secret, Enfranchisement.

Dawn Has Power To Fertilise The Most Matter-of-fact Vision.

Take Modern Courtships! They Resulted In The Same Thing As Under George The Second, But Took Longer To Reach It, Owing To The Motor-cycle And The Standing Lunch.

Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.