Do Not That To Another, Which Thou

It's Not The Pace Of Life I Mind. It's The Sudden Stop At The End.

War Consisteth Not In Battle Only, Or The Act Of Fighting; But In A Tract Of Time, Wherein The Will To Contend By Battle Is Sufficiently Known.

I Mean By The Universe, The Aggregate Of All Things That Have Being In Themselves; And So Do All Men Else. And Because God Has A Being, It Follows That He Is Either The Whole Universe, Or Part Of It. Nor Does His Lordship Go About To Disprove It, But Only Seems To Wonder At It.

Sudden Glory Is The Passion Which Maketh Those Grimaces Called Laughter.

I Shall Be Glad Then To Find A Hole To Creep Out Of The World.