It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
It would be very nice if there were a God who created the world and was a benevolent providence, and if there were a moral order in the universe and an after-life; but it is a very striking fact that all this is exactly as we are bound to wish it to be.
Somebody's boring me. I think it's me. When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.