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Comparatively Few People Know What A Million Dollars Actually Is. To The Majority It Is A Gaseous Concept, Swelling Or Decreasing As The Occasion Suggests. In The Minds Of Politicians, Perhaps More Than Anywhere, The Notion Of A Million Dollars Has This Accordion-like Ability To Expand Or Contract; If They Are Disposing Of It, The Million Is A Pleasing Sum, Reflecting Warmly Upon Themselves; If Somebody Else Wants It, It Becomes A Figure Of Inordinate Size, Not To Be Compassed By The Rational Mind.

This Is The Great Theatre Of Life. Admission Is Free, But The Taxation Is Mortal. You Come When You Can, And Leave When You Must. The Show Is Continuous. Goodnight.

The Great Charm Of Cats Is Their Rampant Egotism, Their Devil-may-care Attitude Toward Responsibility, Their Disinclination To Earn An Honest Dollar.

Many A Promising Career Has Been Wrecked By Marrying The Wrong Sort Of Woman.

The Truth Is That Art Does Not Teach; It Makes You Feel, And Any Teaching That May Arise From The Feeling Is An Extra, And Must Not Be Stressed Too Much. In The Modern World, And In Canada As Much As Anywhere, We Are Obsessed With The Notion That To Think Is The Highest Achievement Of Mankind, But We Neglect The Fact That Thought Untouched By Feeling Is Thin, Delusive, Treacherous Stuff.