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Oh, Law And Order! I Often Think It Is That That Is At The Bottom Of All The Misery In The World.

Money May Be The Husk Of Many Things But Not The Kernel. It Brings You Food, But Not Appetite; Medicine, But Not Health; Acquaintance, But Not Friends; Servants, But Not Loyalty; Days Of Joy, But Not Peace Or Happiness.

The Costliness Of Keeping Friends Does Not Lie In What One Does For Them, But In What One, Out Of Consideration For Them, Refrains From Doing.

Each Bird Must Sing With His Own Throat.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.