It Seems To Leave The Darkness Rather

It Is Stupidity Rather Than Courage To Refuse To Recognize Danger When It Is Close Upon You.

As A Rule, The More Bizarre A Thing Is, The Less Mysterious It Proves To Be.

I Cannot Live Without Brainwork. What Else Is There To Live For? Stand At The Window Here. Was Ever Such A Dreary, Dismal, Unprofitable World? See How The Yellow Fog Swirls Down The Street And Drifts Across The Duncoloured Houses. What Could Be More Hopelessly Prosaic And Material?

It Is, Of Course, A Trifle, But There Is Nothing So Important As Trifles.

Violence Is Sometimes A Duty.