A Boy's Will Is His Life, And

If Any One Of Us Has Had An Ambition Higher Than That Of Making Money; A Motive Better Than That Of Expediency; A Faith Warmer Than That Of Reasoning; A Love Purer Than That Of The Self; He Has Been Slow To Express It; Still Slower To Urge It.

Every Syllable That Can Be Struck Out Is Pure Profit, And Every Page That Can Be Economised Is A Five-per-cent Dividend. Nature Rebels Against This Rule; The Flesh Is Weak, And Shrinks From The Scissors; I Groan In Retrospect Over The Weak.

The Effect Of Power And Publicity On All Men Is The Aggravation Of Self, A Sort Of Tumor That Ends By Killing The Victim's Sympathies.

Man Always Made, And Still Makes, Grotesque Blunders In Selecting And Measuring Forces, Taken At Random From The Heap, But He Never Made A Mistake In The Value He Set On The Whole, Which He Symbolized As Unity And Worshipped As God. To This Day, His Attitude Towards It Has Never Changed, Though Science Can No Longer Give To Force A Name.

Everyone Carries His Own Inch Rule Of Taste, And Amuses Himself By Applying It, Triumphantly, Wherever He Travels.