It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.

The Fact Is That Between The Classes There Is A Vast Gulf That Precludes All Mutual Understanding, And Makes Simultaneous Efforts Simply Impossible.

I Go To Church Because I Am A Skeptic In Regard To My Own Skepticism.

The Profession Of The Writer Has Its Thorns About Which The Reader Does Not Dream.

England Is Never In A Hurry Because She Is Eternal.