Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.

Matters Change And Morals Change; Men Remain.

From Behind A Wooden Crate We Saw A Long Black-muzzled Nose Poking Round At Us. We Took Him Out-soft, Wobbly, Tearful; Set Him Down On His Four, As Yet Not Quite Simultaneous Legs, And Regarded Him. He Wandered A Little Round Our Legs, Neither Wagging His Tail Nor Licking At Our Hands; Then He Looked Up, And My Companion Said: "he's An Angel!"

It Is An Age Of Stir And Change, A Season Of New Wine And Old Bottles. Yet, Assuredly, In Spite Of Breakages And Waste, A Wine Worth The Drinking Is All The Time Being Made.

I Think The Greatest Thing In The World Is To Believe In People.

Wealth Is A Means To An End, Not The End Itself. As A Synonym For Health And Happiness, It Has Had A Fair Trial And Failed Dismally.