His flesh took paleness from his bones.
What church could compete with the fireworks of the pure soul?
I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!
Facts quite often, I fear to confess, like lawyers, put me to sleep at noon. Not theories, however. Theories are invigorating and tonic. Give me an ounce of fact and I will produce you a ton of theory by tea this afternoon. That is, after all, my job.
There's no reason to burn books if you don't read them.
Savory...that's a swell word. And Basil and Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All great. But Relish, now, Relish with a capital R. No argument, that' the best.