It may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground of the inconceivable; the pattern on a rug beneath the feet of the incomprehensible.

This little upset across the water doesn't mean anything. Threatened men live long and threatened wars never occur.

We will peck them to death to-morrow, my dear.

To be honest, one must be inconsistent.

The new century will see changes that will dwarf those of the last.

The Athenian democracy suffered much from that narrowness of patriotism which is the ruin of all nations.

By this time I was no longer very much terrified or very miserable. I had, as it were, passed the limit of terror and despair. I felt now that my life was practically lost, and that persuasion made me capable of daring anything