Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

It Is Quite Wrong To Think Of Old Age As A Downward Slope. On The Contrary, One Climbs Higher And Higher With The Ad-vancing Years, And That, Too With Sur-prising Strides. Brain-work Comes As Easily To The Old As Physical Exertion To The Child. One Is Moving, It Is True, Towards The End Of Life, But That End Is Now A Goal, And Not A Reef In Which The Vessel May Be Dashed.

Love Without Reverence And Enthusiasm Is Only Friendship.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

It Is High Time That We Had Lights That Are Not Incendiary Torches.