Nature Is Forever Arriving And Forever Departing,

In Their Work, Then, As In Their Play, Men And Women Are More And More Coming To Share With Each Other As Comrades, And Really The Fun Of Life Seems In No Wise Diminished As A Consequence.

More And More The World Is Growing To Love A Lover, And One Has Only To Read The Newspapers To See How Sympathetic Are The Times To Any Generous And Adventurous Display Of The Passions.

Organized Christianity Has Probably Done More To Retard The Ideals That Were Its Founder's Than Any Other Agency In The World.

All Wines Are By Their Very Nature Full Of Reminiscence, The Golden Tears And Red Blood Of Summers That Are Gone.

Though Actually The Work Of Man's Hands - Or, More Properly Speaking, The Work Of His Travelling Feet, - Roads Have Long Since Come To Seem So Much A Part Of Nature That We Have Grown To Think Of Them As A Feature Of The Landscape No Less Natural Than Rocks And Trees.