Public Opinion's Always In Advance Of The

Summer — Summer — Summer! The Soundless Footsteps On The Grass!

Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And We Must Be Forgiven If We Indulge In It A Little.

He Was Afflicted By The Thought That Where Beauty Was, Nothing Ever Ran Quite Straight, Which No Doubt, Was Why So Many People Looked On It As Immoral.

It Was Such A Spring Day As Breathes Into A Man An Ineffable Yearning, A Painful Sweetness, A Longing That Makes Him Stand Motionless, Looking At The Leaves Or Grass, And Fling Out His Arms To Embrace He Knows Not What.

Men Are In Fact, Quite Unable To Control Their Own Inventions; They At Best Develop Adaptability To The New Conditions Those Inventions Create.