He Has The Gift Of

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

Be A Peg, Hammered Into The Frozen Ground, Immovable.

To Jaw-jaw Is Always Better Than To War-war.

The Rest And The Spell Of Sleep In The Middle Of The Day Refresh The Human Frame Far More Than A Long Night. We Were Not Made By Nature To Work, Or Even To Play, From Eight O'clock In The Morning Till Midnight. We Throw A Strain Upon Our System Which Is Unfair And Improvident. For Every Purpose Of Business Or Pleasure, Mental Or Physical, We Ought To Break Our Days And Our Marches Into Two.

Everyone Is In Favor Of Free Speech. Hardly A Day Passes Without Its Being Extolled, But Some People's Idea Of It Is That They Are Free To Say What They Like, But If Anyone Else Says Anything Back, That Is An Outrage.