No Man Ever Came To An Experience

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

I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam, I Fetched My Sea-born Treasures Home; But The Poor, Unsightly, Noisome Things Had Left Their Beauty On The Shore, With The Sun And The Sand And The Wild Uproar.

The Cheapness Of Man Is Every Day's Tragedy. It Is As Real A Loss That Others Should Be Low, As That We Should Be Low; For We Musthave A Society.

Prayer As A Means To Effect A Private End Is Theft And Meanness.

He Is A Good Man Who Can Receive A Gift Well.