The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.

All forms of collectivism are mistaken, according to the human skull.

Cavall came simply, and gave him his heart and soul.

The miracle was that he had been allowed to do a miracle. And ever, says Mallory, Sir Lancelot wept, as he had been a child that had been beaten.

We find that at present the human race is divided politically into one wise man, nine knaves, and ninety fools out of every hundred. That is, by an optimistic observer. The nine knaves assemble themselves under the banner of the most knavish among them, and become politicians; the wise man stands out, because he knows himself to be hopelessly out-numbered, and devotes himself to poetry, mathematics or philosophy; while the ninety fools plod off behind the banners of the nine villains, according to fancy, into the labyrinths of chicanery, malice and warfare.

The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch someone else do it wrong without comment.

The fisherman fishes as the urchin eats cream buns, from lust.