What Matters Most Is Not The Idea,

Science Is Unpoetic Only To Minds Jaundiced With Sentiment And Romanticism . . . The Great Masters Of The Past Boasted All They Could Of It And Found It Magical.

If I Could Believe The Quakers Banned Music Because Church Music Is So Damn Bad, I Should View Them With Approval.

The Individual Cannot Think And Communicate His Thought, The Governor And Legislator Cannot Act Effectively Or Frame His Laws Without Words, And The Solidity And Validity Of These Words Is In The Care Of The Damned And Despised Litterati...when Their Very Medium, The Very Essence Of Their Work, The Application Of Word To Thing Goes Rotten, I.e. Becomes Slushy And Inexact, Or Excessive Or Bloated, The Whole Machinery Of Social And Of Individual Thought And Order Goes To Pot.

Properly, We Should Read For Power. Man Reading Should Be Man Intensely Alive. The Book Should Be A Ball Of Light In One's Hand.

The Sum Of Human Wisdom Is Not Contained In Any One Language, And No Single Language Is Capable Of Expressing All Forms And Degrees Of Human Comprehension.