With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.

Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?