Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while, at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.

In their work, then, as in their play, men and women are more and more coming to share with each other as comrades, and really the fun of life seems in no wise diminished as a consequence.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.