Solitude Begets Whimsies.

The Knowledge Of Numbers Is One Of The Chief Distinctions Between Us And The Brutes.

Nobody Can Deny But Religion Is A Comfort To The Distressed, A Cordial To The Sick, And Sometimes A Restraint On The Wicked.

And We Meet, With Champagne And A Chicken, At Last.

It Has All Been Most Interesting.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.