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?

Courtesy is not dead - it has merely taken refuge in Great Britain.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

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.