By The Power Of Truth, I, While

The Word Of Sin Is Restriction

Don't Talk For Five Minutes, There's A Good Chap! I've A Strange Feeling Come Over Me--almost As If I Were Going To Think!

We Can No Longer Assert Any Single Proposition, Unless We Guard Ourselves By Enumerating Countless Conditions Which Must Be Assumed.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

The Best Models Of English Writing Are Shakespeare And The Old Testament.