Humanism Is The Creed Of Those Who

It Is An Age Of Stir And Change, A Season Of New Wine And Old Bottles. Yet, Assuredly, In Spite Of Breakages And Waste, A Wine Worth The Drinking Is All The Time Being Made.

From Behind A Wooden Crate We Saw A Long Black-muzzled Nose Poking Round At Us. We Took Him Out-soft, Wobbly, Tearful; Set Him Down On His Four, As Yet Not Quite Simultaneous Legs, And Regarded Him. He Wandered A Little Round Our Legs, Neither Wagging His Tail Nor Licking At Our Hands; Then He Looked Up, And My Companion Said: "he's An Angel!"

Not The Least Hard Thing To Bear When They Go From Us, These Quiet Friends, Is That They Carry Away With Them So Many Years Of Our Own Lives.

The Beginnings And Endings Of All Human Undertakings Are Untidy, The Building Of A House, The Writing Of A Novel, The Demolition Of A Bridge, And, Eminently, The Finish Of A Voyage.

When Man Evolved Pity, He Did A Queer Thing - Deprived Himself Of The Power Of Living Life As It Is Without Wishing It To Become Something Different.