Earnestness Is The Salt Of Eloquence.

Great Perils Have This Beauty, That They Bring To Light The Fraternity Of Strangers.

This Book Should Be Read As One Would Read The Book Of A Dead Man.

Dirt Has Been Shrewdly Termed "misplaced Material.

A Language Does Not Become Fixed. The Human Intellect Is Always On The March, Or, If You Prefer, In Movement, And Languages With It.

Can Human Nature Ever Be Wholly And Radically Transformed? Can The Man Whom God Made Good Be Made Wicked By Man? Can The Soul Be Reshaped In Its Entirety By Destiny And Made Evil Because Destiny Is Evil? Can The Heart Become Misshapen And Afflicted With Ugly, Incurable Deformities Under Disproportionate Misfortune, Like A Spinal Column Bent Beneath A Too Low Roof?