Before Turning To Those Moral And Mental

Come, Watson, Come!" He Cried. The Game Is Afoot.

A Fine Thought In Fine Language Is A Most Precious Jewel, And Should Not Be Hid Away, But Be Exposed For Use And Ornament.

Some People's Affability Is More Deadly Than The Violence Of Coarser Souls.

I Trust That Age Doth Not Wither Nor Custom Stale My Infinite Variety.

You Know How Often The Turning Down This Street Or That, The Accepting Or Rejecting Of An Invitation, May Deflect The Whole Current Of Our Lives Into Some Other Channel. Are We Mere Leaves, Fluttered Hither And Thither By The Wind, Or Are We Rather, With Every Conviction That We Are Free Agents, Carried Steadily Along To A Definite And Pre-determined End?