All Sorts Of Bodily Diseases

To A Mathematician The Eleventh Means Only A Single Unit: To The Bushman Who Cannot Count Further Than His Ten Fingers It Is An Incalculable Myriad.

You Are All Alike, You Respectable People. You Can't Tell Me The Bursting Strain Of A Ten-inch Gun, Which Is A Very Simple Matter;but You All Think You Can Tell Me The Bursting Strain Of A Man Under Temptation. You Daren't Handle High Explosives; But You're All Ready To Handle Honesty And Truth And Justice And The Whole Duty Of Man, And Kill One Another At That Game. What A Country! What A World!

Beauty Is All Very Well At First Sight; But Who Ever Looks At It When It Has Been In The House Three Days?

A Soldier Is An Anachronism Of Which We Must Get Rid.

When We Know What God Is, We Shall Be Gods Ourselves.