A Procession Of The Damned.

Every Science Is A Mutilated Octopus. If Its Tentacles Were Not Clipped To Stumps, It Would Feel Its Way Into Disturbing Contacts.

Peasants Have Believed In Dowsing, And Scientists Used To Believe That Dowsing Was Only A Belief Of Peasants. Now There Are So Many Scientists Who Believe In Dowsing That The Suspicion Comes To Me That It May Only Be A Myth After All.

One Can't Be Of An Enquiring And Experimental Nature, And Still Be Very Sensible.

In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

If Any Spiritualistic Medium Can Do Stunts, There Is No More Need For Special Conditions Than There Is For A Chemist To Turn Down Lights, Start Operations With A Hymn, And Ask Whether There's Any Chemical Present That Has Affinity With Something Named Hydrogen.