Ideas Are Fatal To Caste.

Hope, Politeness, The Blowing Of A Nose, The Squeak Of A Boot, All Produce "boum.

As Her Time In Florence Drew To A Close She Was Only At Ease Amongst Those To Whom She Felt Indifferent.

Those Who Prepared For All The Emergencies Of Life Beforehand May Equip Themselves At The Expense Of Joy.

You Talk As If A God Had Made The Machine," Cried The Other. "i Believe That You Pray To It When You Are Unhappy. Men Made It, Do Not Forget That. Great Men, But Men. The Machine Is Much, But Not Everything.

One Of The Evils Of Money Is That It Tempts Us To Look At It Rather Than At The Things That It Buys.