Disappointment Tears The Bearable Film Off Life.

Education Is Not So Important As People Think.

I Pity People Who Do Not Care For Society. They Are Poorer For The Oblation They Do Not Make.

Without Fiction, Either Life Would Be Insufficient Or The Winds From The North Would Blow Too Cold.

Ghosts, We Hope, May Be Always With Us - That Is, Never Too Far Out Of The Reach Of Fancy. On The Whole, It Would Seem They Adapt Themselves Well, Perhaps Better Than We Do, To Changing World Conditions - They Enlarge Their Domain, Shift Their Hold On Our Nerves, And, Dispossessed Of One Habitat, Set Up House In Another. The Universal Battiness Of Our Century Looks Like Providing Them With A Propitious Climate.

Makes Of Men Date, Like Makes Of Car.