Every Syllable That Can Be Struck Out

The Photograph Is A Coarse Fraud, And Seems To Delight Only In Taking The Whole Beauty Out Of The Picture.

The Gothic Is Singular In This; One Seems Easily At Home In The Renaissance; One Is Not Too Strange In The Byzantine; As For The Roman, It Is Ourselves; And We Could Walk Blindfolded Through Every Chink And Cranny Of The Greek Mind; All These Styles Seem Modern When We Come Close To Them; But The Gothic Gets Away.

Any Schoolboy Could See That Man As A Force Must Be Measured By Motion, From A Fixed Point.

One Does Every Day And Without A Second Thought, What At Another Time Would Be The Event Of A Year, Perhaps Of A Life.

The Press Is The Hired Agent Of A Monied System, And Set Up For No Other Purpose Than To Tell Lies Where Their Interests Are Involved. One Can Trust Nobody And Nothing.