A Vein Of Poetry Exists In The

No Good Book, Or Good Thing Of Any Sort, Shows Its Best Face At First.

Once The Mind Has Been Expanded By A Big Idea, It Will Never Go Back To Its Original State.

Providence Has Given To The French The Empire Of The Land, To The English That Of The Sea, To The Germans That Of--the Air!

Of All God's Creatures, Man Alone Is Poor.

I Call That [book Of Job], Apart From All Theories About It, One Of The Grandest Things Ever Written With Pen.