An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

My name is only an anagram of toilets.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.