Men Are Able To Trust One Another,

The Writing Of Solid, Instructive Stuff Fortified By Facts And Figures Is Easy Enough. There Is No Trouble In Writing A Scientific Treatise On The Folk-lore Of Central China, Or A Statistical Enquiry Into The Declining Population Of Prince Edward Island. But To Write Something Out Of One's Own Mind, Worth Reading For Its Own Sake, Is An Arduous Contrivance Only To Be Achieved In Fortunate Moments, Few And Far In Between. Personally, I Would Sooner Have Written Alice In Wonderland Than The Whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

How Strange It Is, Our Little Procession Of Life! The Child Says, "when I Am A Big Boy." But What Is That? The Big Boy Says, "when I Grow Up." And Then, Grown Up, He Says, "when I Get Married." But To Be Married, What Is That After All? The Thought Changes To "when I'm Able To Retire." And Then, When Retirement Comes, He Looks Back Over The Landscape Traversed; A Cold Wind Seems To Sweep Over It; Somehow He Has Missed It All, And It Is Gone.

You Can Never Have International Peace As Long As You Have National Poverty.

The Student Of Arithmetic Who Has Mastered The First Four Rules Of His Art, And Successfully Striven With Money Sums And Fractions, Finds Himself Confronted By An Unbroken Expanse Of Questions Known As Problems.

A Barber Is By Nature And Inclination A Sport. He Can Tell You At What Exact Hour The Ball Game Is To Begin, Can Foretell Its Issue Without Losing A Stroke Of The Razor, And Can Explain The Points Of Inferiority Of All The Players, As Compared With The Better Men That He Has Personally Seen Elsewhere, With The Nicety Of A Professional.