By The Cigars They Smoke,

I Am Still Under The Impression That There Is Nothing Alive Quite So Beautiful As A Thoroughbred Horse.

How To Save The Old That's Worth Saving, Whether In Landscape, Houses, Manners, Institutions, Or Human Types, Is One Of Our Greatest Problems, And The One That We Bother Least About.

Beauty Means This To One Person, Perhaps, And That To The Other. And Yet When Any One Of Us Has Seen Or Heard Or Read That Which To Us Is Beautiful, We Have Known An Emotion Which Is In Every Case The Same In Kind, If Not In Degree; An Emotion Precious And Uplifting.

We Are All Familiar With The Argument: Make War Dreadful Enough, And There Will Be No War. And We None Of Us Believe It.

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.