I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death.

My Heart Is Quite Calm Now. I Will Go Back.

Fall If You Will, But Rise You Must.

Shaw's Works Make Me Admire The Magnificent Tolerance And Broadmindedness Of The English.

Every Night As I Gazed Up At The Window I Said Softly To Myself The Word Paralysis. It Had Always Sounded Strangely In My Ears, Like The Word Gnomon In The Euclid And The Word Simony In The Catechism. But Now It Sounded To Me Like The Name Of Some Maleficent And Sinful Being. It Filled Me With Fear, And Yet I Longed To Be Nearer To It And To Look Upon Its Deadly Work.

Beware The Horns Of A Bull, The Heels Of The Horse, And The Smile Of An Englishman.