To Live A Life Which Is A

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

Being Good Is Easy, What Is Difficult Is Being Just.

Many Great Actions Are Committed In Small Struggles.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.

While Contemplating The Bride, And Eyeing The Cake Of Soap, He Muttered Between His Teeth: 'tuesday. It Was Not Tuesday. Was It Tuesday? Perhaps It Was Tuesday. Yes, It Was Tuesday.' No One Has Ever Discovered To What This Monologue Referred. Yes, Perchance, This Monologue Had Some Connection With The Last Occasion On Which He Had Dined, Three Days Before, For It Was Now Friday.