A Babe Is Fed With Milk And

No Work Is Worse Than Overwork; The Mind Preys On Itself,--the Most Unwholesome Of Food.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

Antiquity! Thou Wondrous Charm, What Art Thou? That Being Nothing Art Everything? When Thou Wert, Thou Wert Not Antiquity - Then Thou Wert Nothing, But Hadst A Remoter Antiquity, As Thou Calledst It, To Look Back To With Blind Veneration; Thou Thyself Being To Thyself Flat, Jejune, Modern! What Mystery Lurks In This Retroversion? Or What Half Januses Are We, That Cannot Look Forward With The Same Idolatry With Which We For Ever Revert! The Mighty Future Is As Nothing, Being Everything! The Past Is Everything, Being Nothing!