... To Mention Honor Was To Suggest

The English Language Has A Deceptive Air Of Simplicity; So Have Some Little Frocks; But They Are Both Not The Kind Of Thing You Can Run Up In Half An Hour With A Machine.

To Make A Deliberate Falsification For Personal Gain Is The Last, Worst Depth To Which Either Scholar Or Artist Can Descend In Work Or Life.

For We Let Our Young Men And Women Go Out Unarmed In A Day When Armor Was Never So Necessary. By Teaching Them To Read, We Have Left Them At The Mercy Of The Printed Word. By The Invention Of The Film And The Radio, We Have Made Certain That No Aversion To Reading Shall Secure Them From The Incessant Battery Of Words, Words, Words. They Do Not Know What The Words Mean; They Do Not Know How To Ward Them Off Or Blunt Their Edge Or Fling Them Back; They Are Prey To Words In Their Emotions Instead Of Being The Masters Of Them In Their Intellects.

I Have The Most Ill-regulated Memory. It Does Those Things Which It Ought Not To Do And Leaves Undone The Things It Ought To Have Done. But It Has Not Yet Gone On Strike Altogether.

You Can Give It A Long Name If You Like, But I'm An Old-fashioned Woman And I Call It Mother-wit, And It's So Rare For A Man To Have It That If He Does You Write A Book About Him And Call Him Sherlock Holmes.