Brigands Demand Your Money Or Your Life;

Human Life Is As Evanescent As The Morning Dew Or A Flash Of Lightning.

Words Are Not As Satisfactory As We Should Like Them To Be, But, Like Our Neighbours, We Have Got To Live With Them And Must Make The Best And Not The Worst Of Them.

For Truth Is Precious And Divine, Too Rich A Pearl For Carnal Swine.

What Is Faith But A Kind Of Betting Or Speculation After All? It Should Be, I Bet That My Redeemer Liveth.

I Never Knew A Writer Yet Who Took The Smallest Pains With His Style And Was At The Same Time Readable.