Chicago Sounds Rough To The Maker Of

To Obtain A Man's Opinion Of You, Make Him Mad.

Life As We Call It, Is Nothing But The Edge Of The Boundless Ocean Of Existence When It Comes Upon Soundings.

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Fresh Air Is Good If You Do Not Take Too Much Of It; Most Of The Achievements And Pleasures Of Life Are In Bad Air.

You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is, Of Course, Probable.