Believe Everything You Hear Said Of The

Journalism Is A Giant Catapult Set In Motion By Pigmy Hatreds.

Poets And Men Of Action Differ: The Former Yield To Their Feelings In Order To Reproduce Them In Lively Colors, And Therefore Judge Only Ex Post Facto; The Latter Feel And Judge At One And The Same Time.

Our Heart Is A Treasury; If You Pour Out All Its Wealth At Once, You Are Bankrupt.

Most Geometricians, Chemists, Mathematicians, And Great Scientists Submit Religion To Reason Only To Discover A Problem As Unsolvable As That Of Squaring A Circle.

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.