But They Were Fated To Misunderstand Each

A Man Must Sometimes Laugh At Himself Or Go Mad,’ Said He. ‘few Realize It. That Is Why There Are So Many Madmen In The World.

It Came To Mr. Blood, As He Trudged Forward Under The Laden Apple-trees On That Fragrant, Delicious July Morning, That Man—as He Had Long Suspected—was The Vilest Work Of God, And That Only A Fool Would Set Himself Up As A Healer Of A Species That Was Best Exterminated.

They Opposed Brute Force To Reason And Philosophy, And Battalions Of Foreign Mercenaries To Ideas. As If Ideas Were To Be Impaled On Bayonets!

Gold Has At All Times Been Considered The Best Of Testimonies Of Good Faith.

He Was Born With A Gift Of Laughter And A Sense That The World Was Mad.