Most True Points Are Fine

It Struck Me That Albania Was The Sort Of Place That Might Keep A Man From Yawning.

The Book Trade Is A Spiritual Barometer Of A Nations Well-being.

Most True Points Are Fine Points. There Never Was A Dispute Between Mortals Where Both Sides Hadn't A Bit Of Right.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

History Gives Us A Kind Of Chart, And We Dare Not Surrender Even A Small Rushlight In The Darkness. The Hasty Reformer Who Does Not Remember The Past Will Find Himself Condemned To Repeat It.