Time is long but life is short.

A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

I feel like an aeroplane at the end of its flight, in the dusk, with the petrol running out, in search of a safe landing.

I'm bored with it all.

Unless the Rt. Hon. Gentleman changes his policy and methods...he will be as great a curse to this country in time of peace, as he was a squalid nuisance in time of war.

Life is swept along, next-to-nothing its span. For one swept to old age no shelters exist. Perceiving this danger in death, one should drop the world's bait and look for peace.