One Man's Bane Is Another's Bliss.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

Time And Times Are But Cogwheels, Unmatched, Grinding On Oblivious To One Another. Occasionally - Oh, Very Rarely! - The Cogs Fit; The Pieces Of The Plot Snap Together Momentarily And Give Men Faint Glimpses Beyond The Veil Of This Everyday Blindness We Call Reality.

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

I Have No Fear Of The Hereafter. An Orthodox Hell Could Hardly Be More Torture Than My Life Has Been.

I Think The Real Reason So Many Youngsters Are Clamoring For Freedom Of Some Vague Sort, Is Because Of Unrest And Dissatisfaction With Present Conditions; I Don't Believe This Machine Age Gives Full Satisfaction In A Spiritual Way, If The Term May Be Allowed.