Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure. >>
Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowl >>
Every man's memory is his private literature. >>
'Tis after death that we measure men. >>
I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notice >>
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is >>
Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?