So Precious Life Is! Even To The

Imagine All Human Beings Swept Off The Face Of The Earth, Excepting One Man. Imagine This Man In Some Vast City, New York Or London. Imagine Him On The Third Or Fourth Day Of His Solitude Sitting In A House And Hearing A Ring At The Door-bell!

We Weep When We Are Born, Not When We Die!

Up From The Dark The Moon Begins To Creep; And Now A Pallid, Haggard Face Lifts She Above The Water-line: Thus From The Deep A Drowned Body Rises Solemnly.

The Laurels Of An Orator Who Is Not A Master Of Literary Art Wither Quickly.

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.