Balance Every Thought With Its

The Sot Drinks, And Is Drunken: The Coward Drinks Not, And Shivers: The Wise Man, Brave And Free, Drinks, And Gives Glory To The Most High God.

Destiny Is An Absolutely Definite And Inexorable Ruler. Physical Ability And Moral Determination Count For Nothing. It Is Impossible To Perform The Simplest Act When The Gods Say No. I Have No Idea How They Bring Pressure To Bear On Such Occasions; I Only Know That It Is Irresistible.

This Universe Is A Wild Revel Of Atoms, Men, And Stars, Each One A Soul Of Light And Mirth, Horsed On Eternity.

Toronto As A City Carries Out The Idea Of Canada As A Country. It Is A Calculated Crime Against The Aspirations Of The Soul And The Affection Of The Heart.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.