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Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness When A Glorious Idea Comes To Mind And, Secondly, When A Last Page Has Been Written And You Haven't Had Time To Know How Much Better It Ought To Be.

In Spite Of Recent Jazzed-up One-day Matches, Cricket To Be Fully Appreciated Demands Leisure, Some Sunny Warm Days And An Understanding Of Its Finer Points.

The Canadian Is Often A Baffled Man Because He Feels Different From His British Kindred And His American Neighbours, Sharply Refused To Be Lumped Together With Either Of Them, Yet Cannot Make Plain His Difference.

We Don't Live Alone. We Are Members Of One Body. We Are Responsible For Each Other. And I Tell You That The Time Will Soon Come When If Men Will Not Learn That Lesson, Then They Will Be Taught It In Fire And Blood And Anguish. Good Night.

One Of The Delights Beyond The Grasp Of Youth Is That Of Not Going. Not To Have An Invitation For The Dance, The Party, The Picnic, The Excursion Is To Be Diminished. To Have An Invitation And Then Not To Be Able To Go -- Oh Cursed Spite! Now I Do Not Care The Rottenest Fig Whether I Receive An Invitation Or Not. After Years Of Illusion, I Finally Decided I Was Missing Nothing By Not Going. I No Longer Care Whether I Am Missing Anything Or Not.