Ah! Those Strange People Who

It Is So Comic To Hear Oneself Called Old, Even At Ninety I Suppose!

How Fatally The Entire Want Of Humor Cripples The Mind.

What One Reads, Or Rather All That Comes To Us, Is Surely Only Of Interest And Value In Proportion As We Find Ourselves Therein, -- Form Given To What Was Vague, What Slumbered Stirred To Life.

Truly Nothing Is To Be Expected Except For The Unexpected.

Destitution And Excessive Luxury Develop Apparently The Same Ideals, The Same Marauding Attitude Towards Mankind, The Intensity Of Struggle For Material Goods, -- Surely Showing How Perfect Is The Meeting Of Extremes.