He Describes It As A Large Apartment,

Industry Is The Soul Of Business And The Keystone Of Prosperity.

All Is Going On As It Was Wont. The Waves Are Hoarse With Repetition Of Their Mystery; The Dust Lies Piled Upon The Shore; The Sea-birds Soar And Hover; The Winds And Clouds Go Forth Upon Their Trackless Flight; The White Arms Beckon, In The Moonlight, To The Invisible Country Far Away.

It Is A Melancholy Truth That Even Great Men Have Their Poor Relations.

The World Belongs To Those Who Set Out To Conquer It Armed With Self Confidence And Good Humour.

Now, What I Want Is, Facts. . . . Facts Alone Are Wanted In Life.