'It is love and reason,' I said, 'fleeing from all this madness of war.'

Crime and bad lives are the measure of a State's failure, all crime in the end is the crime of the community.

The past is the beginning of the beginning and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.

Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?

I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.

Well, I do not mind telling you I have been at work upon this geometry of Four Dimensions for some time. Some of my results are curious. For instance, here is a portrait of a man at eight years old, another atfifteen, another at seventeen, another at twenty-three, and so on. All these are evidently sections, as it were, Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being, which is a fixed and unalterable thing.