Most People Can Tire Of

Presently I Shall Be Introduced As 'this Venerable Old Gentleman' And The Axe Will Fall When They Raise Me To The Degree Of 'grand Old Man'. That Means On Our Continent Any One With Snow-white Hair Who Has Kept Out Of Jail Till Eighty.

If I Were Founding A University I Would Begin With A Smoking Room; Next A Dormitory; And Then A Decent Reading Room And A Library. After That, If I Still Had More Money That I Couldn't Use, I Would Hire A Professor And Get Some Text Books.

Now, The Essence, The Very Spirit Of Christmas Is That We First Make Believe A Thing Is So, And Lo, It Presently Turns Out To Be So.

Modern Critics, Who Refuse To Let A Plain Thing Alone, Have Now Started A Theory That Cervantes's Work Is A Vast Piece Of "symbolism." If So, Cervantes Didn't Know It Himself And Nobody Thought Of It For Three Hundred Years. He Meant It As A Satire Upon The Silly Romances Of Chivalry.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.