But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?
Logan Pearsall SmithI might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.
Logan Pearsall SmithOnly those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.
Logan Pearsall SmithUncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.
Logan Pearsall Smith