But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
What a pity it is that we have no amusements in England but vice and religion!
Science is his forte and omniscience his foible.
Manners are like the shadows of virtues they are the momentary display of...
Marriage resembles a pair of shears so joined that they cannot be separated...
Nothing is more dead and dated than the book which once caused...
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell...
I want to ask those who are aiding terror, what do...
