Murder, Like Talent, Seems Occasionally To Run

Mathematicians Do Not Write For The Circulating Library.

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

"there Is One Basis Of Science," Says Descartes, "one Test And Rule Of Truth, Namely, That Whatever Is Clearly And Distinctly Conceived Is True." A Profound Psychological Mistake. It Is True Only Of Formal Logic, Wherein The Mind Never Quits The Sphere Of Its First Assumptions To Pass Out Into The Sphere Of Real Existences; No Sooner Does The Mind Pass From The Internal Order To The External Order, Than The Necessity Of Verifying The Strict Correspondence Between The Two Becomes Absolute. The Ideal Test Must Be Supplemented By The Real Test, To Suit The New Conditions Of The Problem.

It Is Unhappily True That Much Insincere Literature And Art, Executed Solely With A View To Effect, Does Succeed By Deceiving The Public.

In Its Happiest Efforts, Translation Is But Approximation, And Its Efforts Are Not Often Happy. A Translation May Be Good As Translation, But It Cannot Be An Adequate Reproduction Of The Original.