When A Person Opens A Book, He

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.

Science Says The First Word On Everything, And The Last Word On Nothing.

Do You Hear The People Sing Lost In The Valley Of The Night? It Is The Music Of A People Who Are Climbing To The Light. For The Wretched Of The Earth There Is A Flame That Never Dies. Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The City.

A Language Does Not Become Fixed. The Human Intellect Is Always On The March, Or, If You Prefer, In Movement, And Languages With It.