Whatever You May Say, The Body Depends

I Shall Laugh My Bitter Laugh.

Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes?

The More Destruction There Is Everywhere, The More It Shows The Activity Of Town Authorities.

[f]or Contemporary Judgment Does Not Recognize That Much Depth Of Soul Is Needed To Light Up The Picture Drawn From Contemptible Life And Elevate It Into A Pearl Of Creation.

Like All Of Us Sinners, General Betrishchev Was Endowed With Many Virtues And Many Defects. Both The One And The Other Were Scattered Through Him In A Sort Of Picturesque Disorder. Self-sacrifice, Magnanimity In Decisive Moments, Courage, Intelligence--and With All That, A Generous Mixture Of Self-love, Ambition, Vanity, Petty Personal Ticklishness, And A Good Many Of Those Things Which A Man Simply Cannot Do Without.