We Are Given Up To Those Gods,

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.

There Is One Thing Stronger Than All The Armies In The World, And That Is An Idea Whose Time As Come.

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Diamonds Are To Be Found Only In The Darkness Of The Earth, And Truth In The Darkness Of The Mind.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.