Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A

Books Of Quick Interest, That Hurry On For Incidents Are For The Eye To Glide Over Only. It Will Not Do To Read Them Out. I Could Never Listen To Even The Better Kind Of Modern Novels Without Extreme Irksomeness.

Don't Introduce Me To That Man! I Want To Go On Hating Him, And I Can't Hate A Man Whom I Know.

In Every Thing That Relates To Science, I Am A Whole Encyclopaedia Behind The Rest Of The World.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

Pain Is Life - The Sharper, The More Evidence Of Life.