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I Found Cause To Wonder Upon What Ground The English Accuse Americans Of Corrupting The Language By Introducing Slang Words. I Think I Heard More And More Different Kinds Of Slang During My Few Weeks' Stay In London Than In My Whole "tenderloin" Life In New York. But I Suppose The English Feel That The Language Is Theirs, And That They May Do With It As They Please Without At The Same Time Allowing That Privilege To Others.

Nothing Great Or Enduring, Especially In Music, Has Ever Sprung Full-fledged And Unprecedented From The Brain Of Any Master; The Best He Gives To The World He Gathers From The Hearts Of The People, And Runs It Through The Alembic Of His Genius.

...evil Is A Force And, Like The Physical And Chemical Forces, We Cannot Annihilate It; We May Only Change Its Form. We Light Upon One Evil And Hit It With All The Might Of Our Civilization, But Only Succeed In Scattering It Into A Dozen Of Other Forms

And God Stepped Out On Space, And He Looked Around And Said: I'm Lonely - I'll Make Me A World.

A People May Become Great Through Many Means, But There Is Only One Measure By Which Its Greatness Is Recognized And Acknowledged. The Final Measure Of The Greatness Of All Peoples Is The Amount And Standard Of The Literature And Art They Have Produced.... No People That Has Produced Great Literature And Art Has Ever Been Looked Upon By The World As Distinctly Inferior.