The Farther Backward You Can Look, The

No One Ever Came To Grief-except Honorable Grief-through Riding Horses. No Hour Of Life Is Lost That Is Spent In The Saddle. Young Men Have Often Been Ruined Through Owning Horses, Or Through Backing Horses, But Never Through Riding Them; Unless Of Course They Break Their Necks, Which, Taken At A Gallop, Is A Very Good Death To Die.

Without Ships, We Cannot Live.

It Is Remarkable That Lord Esher Should Be So Much Astray...we Must Conclude That An Uncontrollable Fondness For Fiction Forbade Him To Forsake It For Fact. Such Constancy Is A Defect In An Historian.

Vast And Fearsome As The Human Scene Has Become, Personal Contact Of The Right People, In The Right Places, At The Right Time, May Yet Have A Potent And Valuable Part To Play In The Cause Of Peace Which Is In Our Hearts.

Some People Regard Private Enterprise As A Predatory Tiger To Be Shot. Others Look On It As A Cow They Can Milk. Not Enough People See It As A Healthy Horse, Pulling A Sturdy Wagon.