Races And Nations Are Thus Ever Ready

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.

Wild Oats Will Get Sown Some Time, And One Of The Arts Of Life Is To Sow Them At The Right Time.

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.

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.

There Is Something Mean In Human Nature That Prefers To Think Evil, That Gives A Willing Ear And A Ready Welcome To Calumny, A Sort Of Jealousy Of Goodness And Greatness And Things Of Good Report.