England Is Never In A Hurry Because

If The Infinity Of The Sea May Call Out Thus, Perhaps When A Man Is Growing Old, Calls Come To Him, Too, From Another Infinity Still Darker And More Deeply Mysterious; And The More He Is Wearied By Life The Dearer Are Those Calls To Him.

An Excessive Preponderance Of An Idealistic Mood Is Harmful To Society: It Creates Daydreaming, Political Don Quixotism, Hope For Heavenly Intervention. This Is An Undeniable Truth--but It Is Also True That Every Extreme Is Harmful.

England Is Never In A Hurry Because She Is Eternal.

Amid The Stillness Of The Night, In The Depths Of The Ravine, From The Direction In Which The Corpses Lay Suddenly Resounded A Kind Of Inhuman, Frightful Laughter In Which Quivered Despair, And Joy, And Cruelty, And Suffering, And Pain, And Sobbing, And Derision; The Heart-rending And Spasmodic Laughter Of The Insane Or Condemned.

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.