The Touch Of Time Does More Than

People Never Want To Be Told Anything They Do Not Believe Already.

I Take It That I Must Be The Eternal Playfellow Of Time. For Piety And Common-sense And Death Are Rightfully Time's Toys; And It Is With These Three That I Divert Myself.

There Is No Escaping, At Times, The Gloomy Suspicion That Fiddling With Pens And Ink Is, After All, No Fit Employment For A Grown Man.

In What Else, Pray, Does Man Differ From The Other Animals Except In That He Is Used By Words?

Patriotism Is The Religion Of Hell.