Let Him Go Abroad To A Distant

All History Was At First Oral.

I Am Always Sorry When Any Language Is Lost, Because Languages Are The Pedigrees Of Nations.

As A Madman Is Apt To Think Himself Grown Suddenly Great, So He That Grows Suddenly Great Is Apt To Borrow A Little From The Madman.

He That Floats Lazily Down The Stream, In Pursuit Of Something Borne Along By The Same Current, Will Find Himself Indeed Moved Forward; But Unless He Lays His Hand To The Oar, And Increases His Speed By His Own Labour, Must Be Always At The Same Distance From That Which He Is Following.

When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life; For There Is In London All That Life Can Afford.