The Soul Begins To Travel When The

If History In The Making Be A Fluid Thing, It Swiftly Crystallizes.

Laughter Springs From The Lawless Part Of Our Nature.

Next To The Joy Of The Egotist Is The Joy Of The Detractor.

The Gayety Of Life, Like The Beauty And The Moral Worth Of Life, Is A Saving Grace, Which To Ignore Is Folly, And To Destroy Is Crime. There Is No More Than We Need; There Is Barely Enough To Go Round.

Books That Children Read But Once Are Of Scant Service To Them; Those That Have Really Helped To Warm Our Imaginations And To Train Our Faculties Are The Few Old Friends We Know So Well That They Have Become A Portion Of Our Thinking Selves.