We Think Of The Noble Object For

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.

Modern Critics, Who Refuse To Let A Plain Thing Alone, Have Now Started A Theory That Cervantes's Work Is A Vast Piece Of "symbolism." If So, Cervantes Didn't Know It Himself And Nobody Thought Of It For Three Hundred Years. He Meant It As A Satire Upon The Silly Romances Of Chivalry.

Professors Of Theory Merely Hold Post-mortems.

Golf May Be Played On Sunday, Not Being A Game Within The View Of The Law, But Being A Form Of Moral Effort.

Life, We Learn Too Late, Is In The Living, The Tissue Of Every Day And Hour.