Most Of Us Retain Enough Of The

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.

A Word Is Not A Crystal, Transparent And Unchanged; It Is The Skin Of A Living Thought And May Vary Greatly In Color And Content According To The Circumstances And Time In Which It Is Used.

To Brag Little, To Lose Well, / To Crow Gently If In Luck, / To Pay Up, To Own Up, / To Shut Up If Beaten, / Are The Virtues Of A Sportingman.

It Seems To Me That At This Time We Need Education In The Obvious More Than Investigation Of The Obscure.

A New And Valid Idea Is Worth More Than A Regiment And Fewer Men Can Furnish The Former Than Command The Latter.