I joy to see you wear around your neck the holy relic I bestowed on you;—but what Moorish charmlet is that you wear beside it?

What do you mean we need to be more careful with hygiene? Are you implying that I don't wash my hands?

He lay down, cuddled the blankets up to his ears, closed his eyes and composed himself to sleep, at peace with his conscience and the world.

The amoeba — a mere shapeless mass of moving sarcode — digests rapidly and constantly without a trace of organism! An organism when dead we assume to be chemically the same as the living organism, but we cannot prove it. An analysis of living protoplasm is impossible. That there is a force — an activity — in the vital form totally wanting in the invital, it is almost absurd to insist : what that something is we cannot tell — perhaps shall never know.