Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

For Bells Are The Voice Of The Church; They Have Tones That Touch And Search The Hearts Of Young And Old.

Truths That Startled The Generation In Which They Were First Announced Become In The Next Age The Commonplaces Of Conversation; As The Famous Airs Of Operas Which Thrilled The First Audiences Come To Be Played On Hand-organs In The Streets.

Authors Must Not, Like Chinese Soldiers, Expect To Win Victories By Turning Somersets In The Air.

That Which The Fountain Sends Forth Returns Again To The Fountain.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts