A Fixed Idea Ends In Madness Or

France Lost A Great Novel Last Night.

Genius: The Superhuman In Man.

The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions. When They Are Over We Realize This: That The Human Race Has Been Roughly Handled, But That It Has Advanced.

The Smaller It Is The Heart, More Hatred Houses.

Sometimes He Used A Spade In His Garden, And Sometimes He Read And Wrote. He Had But One Name For These Two Kinds Of Labor; He Called Them Gardening. ‘the Spirit Is A Garden,’ Said He