When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

Art is to be admired rather than explained. The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not precisely know why I admire a green granite, female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

That text is known to them that have the patience to read it, possibly one one-hundredth of one percent of the denizens. They forget it, all save a few Western states. I think somebody in Dakota once read it. The Constitution.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

A people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in the process of losing grip on its empire and on itself.