Lies are the mortar that binds the savage individual man into the social masonry.
What good is religion if it collapses under calamity?
He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions... Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphis sweat and struggle; the
Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came fear.
I write to cover a frame of ideas.
The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature.