Alas The Master; So He Sinks In

A Madhouse Of Frenzied Moneymaking And Frenzied Pleasure-seeking, With None Of The Corners Chipped Off. It Is Beautifully Situatedand The Air Reminds One Curiously Of Edinburgh.

Black Magic Is Not A Myth. It Is A Totally Unscientific And Emotional Form Of Magic, But It Does Get Results — Of An Extremely Temporary Nature.

Religion Itself Becomes Offensively Monotonous. On Every Point Of Vantage Are Pagodas -- Stupid Stalagmites Of Stagnant Piety.

Love Is The Law, Love Under Will.

Toronto As A City Carries Out The Idea Of Canada As A Country. It Is A Calculated Crime Against The Aspirations Of The Soul And The Affection Of The Heart.