“It must be that a man who shuts himself up between four walls must lose the facu…” — Jules Verne

Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of land, with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred and eighty millions of souls.

The body regulates the soul, and, like the balance-wheel, it is submitted to regular oscillations.

The possession of wealth leads almost inevitably to its abuse. It is the chief, if not the only, cause of evils which desolate this world below. The thirst for gold is responsible for the most regrettable lapses into sin.

In the United States, there is no project so audacious for which people cannot be found to guarantee the cost and find the working expenses.