If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then

In Conversation The Game Is, To Say Something New With Old Words. And You Shall Observe A Man Of The People Picking His Way Along, Step By Step, Using Every Time An Old Boulder, Yet Never Setting His Foot On An Old Place.

Immortality. I Notice That As Soon As Writers Broach This Question They Begin To Quote. I Hate Quotation. Tell Me What You Know.

Language Is A City To The Building Of Which Every Human Being Brought A Stone.

Our Health Is Our Sound Relation To External Objects; Our Sympathy With External Being.

Bad Times Have A Scientific Value. These Are Occasions A Good Learner Would Not Miss.