To lovers of the long and intricate history of language the disuse and final death of certain words is a matter of regret. Yet every age bears witness to the inevitableness of such loss.

To lovers of the long and intricate history of language the disuse and final death of certain words is a matter of regret. Yet every age bears witness to the inevitableness of such loss.

Even one's yesterdays could not continue to stir and move in a man's mind unless there were a future for those yesterdays to make.

It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted.

Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it's own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one's thoughts.

Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.

Of all the excellent teachers of college English whom I have known I have never discovered one who knew precisely what he was doing. Therein have lain their power and their charm.