Since the passing of Victoria the Great there had been an accumulating uneasiness in the national life. It was as if some compact and dignified paper-weight had been lifted from people's ideas, and as if at once they had begun to blow about anyhow.
Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.
So utterly at variance is Destiny with all the little plans of men.
Is it any wonder that to this day this Galilean is too much for our small hearts?
States organized for war will make war as surely as hens will lay eggs.
Dragging out life to the last possible second is not living to the best effect. The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat. The best of life, Passworthy, lies nearest to the edge of death.