One Might Well Say That Mankind Is

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

To Mankind In General Macbeth And Lady Macbeth Stand Out As The Supreme Type Of All That A Host And Hostess Should Not Be.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

Anything That Is Worth Doing Has Been Done Frequently. Things Hitherto Undone Should Be Given, I Suspect, A Wide Berth.

For People Who Like That Kind Of Thing, This Is The Kind Of Thing They Like.