It's A Lie, But Heaven Will Forgive

The Writing Of Solid, Instructive Stuff Fortified By Facts And Figures Is Easy Enough. There Is No Trouble In Writing A Scientific Treatise On The Folk-lore Of Central China, Or A Statistical Enquiry Into The Declining Population Of Prince Edward Island. But To Write Something Out Of One's Own Mind, Worth Reading For Its Own Sake, Is An Arduous Contrivance Only To Be Achieved In Fortunate Moments, Few And Far In Between. Personally, I Would Sooner Have Written Alice In Wonderland Than The Whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

You Know, Many A Man Realizes Late In Life That If When He Was A Boy He Had Known What He Knows Now, Instead Of Being What He Is He Might Be What He Won't; But How Few Boys Stop To Think That If They Knew What They Don't Know Instead Of Being What They Will Be, They Wouldn't Be?

If Every Day In The Life Of A School Could Be The Last Day But One, There Would Be Little Fault To Find With It.

Anybody Who Has Listened To Certain Kinds Of Music, Or Read Certain Kinds Of Poetry, Or Heard Certain Kinds Of Performances On The Concertina, Will Admit That Even Suicide Has Its Brighter Aspects.

The Great Man... Walks Across His Century And Leaves The Marks Of His Feet All Over It, Ripping Out The Dates On His Goloshes As He Passes.