The tourist may complain of other tourists, but he would be lost without them.

In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.

The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.

No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.

The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the friend who courts her, to honor, or to harass, the unfortunate mortal who shudders at her unwelcome caresses.

America has invested her religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her sons, whatever other theologies they may affect or disregard, subscribe unreservedly to this national creed.

The gospel of cheerfulness, I had almost said the gospel of amusement, is preached by people who lack experience to people who lack vitality. There is a vague impression that the world would be a good world if it were only happy, that it would be happy if it were amused, and that it would be amused if plenty of artificial recreation - that recreation for which we are now told every community stands responsible - were provided for its entertainment.