Art Is The Stored Honey Of The

Shakespeare, I Come!

Art Is The Stored Honey Of The Human Soul, Gathered On Wings Of Misery And Travail.

Theodore Dreiser Should Ought To Write Nicer.

The Irish Are A Philosophic As Well As A Practical Race. Their First And Strongest Impulse Is To Make The Best Of A Bad Situation To Put A Better Face On Evil Than It Normally Wears.

Nature, Machine-like, Works Definitely And Heartlessly, If In The Main Beautifully. Hence, If We, As Individuals, Do Not Make This Dream Of A God Or What He Stands For Us Real In Our Thoughts And Deeds, Then He Is Not Real Or True.