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There Was Something Alike Terrifying And Piteous In The Spectacle Of These Frail Old Morsels Of Humanity Consecrating Their Last Flickering Energies To The Task Of Making Each Other Wretched. Hatred Seemed To Be The One Faculty Which Had Survived In Undiminished Vigor Where All Else Was Dropping Into Ordered And Symmetrical Decay.

On Horseback He Seemed To Require As Many Hands As A Hindu God, At Least Four For Clutching The Reins, And Two More For Patting The Horse Soothingly On The Neck.

No One Can Be An Unbeliever Nowadays. The Christian Apologists Have Left One Nothing To Disbelieve.

Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion... There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

Confront A Child, A Puppy, And A Kitten With A Sudden Danger; The Child Will Turn Instinctively For Assistance, The Puppy Will Grovel In Abject Submission, The Kitten Will Brace Its Tiny Body For A Frantic Resistance.