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.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that trans-figuration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.

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?

To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.

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.

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