Henry James--you didn't expect me to mention him particularly--when Henry James, the great old fuddy-duddy and American novelist, was saying good-by once to his young nephew, Billy, son of his brother William, he said something the boy never forgot. Of all the fancy, labyrinthine, impenetrable things that fancy, labyrinthine, impenetrable old novelist could have said, what he did say to Billy, or Willie as he called him, is this: "Willie, there are three things that are important in human life. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. The third is to be kind."