One Could Do With A Longer Year

Every Year, In The Deep Midwinter, There Descends Upon This World A Terrible Fortnight. ... Every Shop Is A Choked Mass Of Humanity ... Nerves Are Jangled And Frayed, Purses Emptied To No Purposes, All Amusements And All Occupations Suspended In Favor Of Frightful Businesses With Brown Paper, String, Letters, Cards, Stamps, And Crammed Post Offices. This Period Is Doubtless A Foretaste Of Whatever Purgatory Lies In Store For Human Creatures.

Each Wrong Act Brings With It Its Own Anesthetic, Dulling The Conscience And Blinding It Against Further Light, And Sometimes For Years.

The Last Sin, The Sin Against The Holy Ghost - To Lie To Oneself. Lying To Other People - That's A Small Thing In Comparison.

The Great And Recurrent Question About Abroad Is, Is It Worth The Trouble Of Getting There?

To Lunch With The Important ... That Should Be The Daily Goal Of Those For Whom Life Is Not A Playground But A Ladder.