The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.

The headmistress was an able instructress in French and history and we learned with her as fast as fear could teach us.