Society, Dead Or Alive, Can

Imperishable Moments And Immortal Deeds, Death Itself And Love Stronger Than Death, Will Be As Though They Had Never Been. The Energies Of Our System Will Decay, The Glory Of The Sun Will Be Dimmed And The Earth Tideless And Inert, Will No Longer Tolerate The Race Which Has For The Moment Disturbed Its Solitude. Man Will Go Down Into The Pit And All His Thoughts Will Perish. The Uneasy Consciousness, Which In This Obscure Corner Has For A Brief Space Broken The Contented Silence Of The Universe, Will Be At Rest.

He [a. J. Balfour] Was Eminently One Of The Cole Porter School Of Famous Men, Who Only Fell To Rise Again. Picking Himself Up And Brushing Himself Down Became A Minor Art Form, Ruefully Admired By His Contemporaries.

Winston Has Written Four Volumes About Himself And Called It 'world Crisis'.

Biography Should Be Written By An Acute Enemy.

Kant, As We All Know, Compared Moral Law To The Starry Heavens, And Found Them Both Sublime. On The Naturalistic Hypothesis We Should Rather Compare It To The Protective Blotches On A Beetle's Back, And Find Them Both Ingenious.