Stay The Course, Light A Star, Change

Nature Is Forever Arriving And Forever Departing, Forever Approaching, Forever Vanishing; But In Her Vanishings There Seems To Be Ever The Waving Of A Hand, In All Her Partings A Promise Of Meetings Farther Along The Road.

Be It Whim Or Emergency, The Modern Laboratory Is Equally At The Service Of Romance, Equally Ready To Gratify Mankind With A Torpedo Or A Toy.

All Wines Are By Their Very Nature Full Of Reminiscence, The Golden Tears And Red Blood Of Summers That Are Gone.

We Also Maintain - Again With Perfect Truth - That Mystery Is More Than Half Of Beauty, The Element Of Strangeness That Stirs The Senses Through The Imagination.

Organized Christianity Has Probably Done More To Retard The Ideals That Were Its Founder's Than Any Other Agency In The World.