Mystery Lies Over The Sea. Every Ship

The Last Spectacle Of Which Christian Men Are Likely To Grow Tired Is A Harbour. Centuries Hence There May Be Jumping-off Places For The Stars, And Our Children's Children's And So Forth Children May Regard A Ship As A Creeping Thing Scarcely More Adventurous Than A Worm. Meanwhile, Every Harbour Gives Us A Sense Of Being In Touch, If Not With The Ends Of The Universe, With The Ends Of The Earth.

It Is Doubtful If Even Experience Of Riches And Success Is As Intense Among Those Who Have Experienced Nothing Else As Among Those Who Have Also Experienced Poverty And Failure. There Is Little Romance In Wealth To Those Who Have Been Born Wealthy And Whose Families Have Been Wealthy For Generations.

It May Be That All Games Are Silly. But Then, So Are Humans.

When People Complain Of The Decay Of Manners They Have In Mind Not The Impudent Abbreviations Of The Crowd, But The Decline In Bowing And Scraping And In Speaking Of One's Employer As "the Master." What The Rich Mean By The Good Manners Of The Poor Is Usually Not Civility, But Servility.

The Belief In The Possibility Of A Short Decisive War Appears To Be One Of The Most Ancient And Dangerous Of Human Illusions.