While We've Youth In Our Hearts, We

Be Willing To Commit Yourself To A Course, Perhaps A Long And Hard One, Without Being Able To Foresee Exactly Where You Will Come Out.

Fate Tried To Conceal Him By Naming Him Smith.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

The Very Minute A Thought Is Threatened With Publicity It Seems To Shrink Towards Mediocrity.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.