A River Is More Than An Amenity,

Pretty Much All The Honest Truth-telling There Is In The World Is Done By Children.

The Advice Of The Elders To Young Men Is Very Apt To Be As Unreal As A List Of The Hundred Best Books.

Men, Like Peaches And Pears, Grow Sweet A Little While Before They Begin To Decay.

From Forty To Fifty A Man Must Move Upward, Or The Natural Falling Off In The Vigor Of Life Will Carry Him Rapidly Downward.

Why Should You Row A Boat Race? Why Endure The Long Months Of Pain In Preparation For A Fierce Half Hour That Will Leave You All But Dead? Does Anyone Ask The Question? Is There Anyone Who Would Not Go Through All The Costs, And More, For The Moment When Anguish Breaks Into Triumph Or Even For The Glory Of Having Nobly Lost? Is Life Less Than A Boat Race? If A Man Will Give The Blood In His Body To Win The One, Will He Spend All The Might Of His Soul To Prevail In The Other?