Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another,

It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony, To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay.

Music Is The Most Absorbing Of All The Arts. It Absorbs The Mind Of The Artist, Whether Creator Or Executant, To The Exclusion Of Every Other Consideration Outside His Own Immediate Necessities Or Desires.

...but In Every Century, And Ever Since England Has Been What It Is, An Englishman Has Always Felt Somewhat Ashamed Of His Own Emotion And Of His Own Sympathy.

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.

A Surging, Seething, Murmuring Crowd Of Beings That Are Human Only In Name, For To The Eye And Ear They Seem Naught But Savage Creatures, Animated By Vile Passions And By The Lust Of Vengeance And Of Hate. The Hour, Some Little Time Before Sunset, And The Place, The West Barricade, At The Very Spot Where, A Decade Later, A Proud Tyrant Raised An Undying Monument To The Nation's Glory And His Own Vanity.