The New York Playgoer Is

Cast Your Cares On God; That Anchor Holds.

We Do Not Mind Our Not Arriving Anywhere Nearly So Much As Our Not Having Any Company On The Way.

Clever People Seem Not To Feel The Natural Pleasure Of Bewilderment, And Are Always Answering Questions When The Chief Relish Of A Life Is To Go On Asking Them.

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.