Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

War? War Is An Organized Bore.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

Any New Formula Which Suddenly Emerges In Our Consciousness Has Its Roots In Long Trains Of Thought; It Is Virtually Old When It First Makes Its Appearance Among The Recognized Growths Of Our Intellect.

There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.

It Is Very Grand To Die In Harness, But It Is Very Pleasant To Have The Tight Straps Unbuckled And The Heavy Collar Lifted From The Neck And Shoulders.