The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

Madness To Us Means Reversion; To Such People As Una And Lena It Meant Progression. Now Their Uncle Had Entered Into A Land Beyond Them, The Land Of Fancy. For Fifty Years He Had Been As They Were, Silent, Hard-working, Unimaginative. Then All Of A Sudden, Like A Scholar Passing His Degree, He Had Gone Up Into Another Form.

Time Is A Great Conference Planning Our End, And Youth Is Only The Past Putting A Leg Forward.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

Even The Contemplative Life Is Only An Effort, Nora My Dear, To Hide The Body So The Feet Won’t Stick Out.