Wild Oats Will Get Sown Some Time,

All Myths That Are Something More Than Fancies Gain Rather Than Lose In Value With Time, By Reason Of The Accretions Of Human Experience.

Celestial Spirit That Doth Roll; The Heart's Sepulchral Stone Away, Be This Our Resurrection Day, The Singing Easter Of The Soul - O Gentle Master Of The Wise, Teach Us To Say: "i Will Arise."

It Is Curious How, From Time Immemorial, Man Seems To Have Associated The Idea Of Evil With Beauty, Shrunk From It With A Sort Of Ghostly Fear, While, At The Same Time Drawn To It By Force Of Its Hypnotic Attraction.

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

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