The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.

It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.

A little man said to the Universe. "Sir! I exist." The Universe replied: "That's fine." Just don't think it creates any obligation on my part.

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.