It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate awaiting them on this earth.

As to honour - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make despair pause. For in truth we who are creatures of impulse …

One wonders that there can be found a man courageous enough to occupy the post. It is a matter of meditation. Having given it a few minutes I come to the concl…

I think, ofttimes, that lives of men may be Likened to wandering winds that come and go Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow O'er the vast globe, vo…

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Wi…

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?