Here is a week of words that make the world go round. There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. Conscience is the inner voice warning us that someone may be looking. In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. Men of lofty genius when they are doing the least work are most active.
Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body.
OF foillet, dim. And for more than a decade now, in a supreme triumph of feuilleton journalism, The New Republic has left its readers in weekly agonies of suspense over whether next week's episode will recount precisely such a leap, finally and irrevocably, to the monarchist cause. Look for the rest of the installments of book words in this week of words about books. Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail. Gk chre-stomatheia, fr.