There Is No French Town In Which

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.

The Swimmer Adrift On The Open Seas Measures His Strength, And Strives With All His Muscles To Keep Himself Afloat. But What Is He To Do When There Is No Land On The Horizon, And None Beyond It?

Do Not Trust Your Memory; It Is A Net Full Of Holes; The Most Beautiful Prizes Slip Through It.