Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.

I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of man's puny, inexhaustible, voice still talking! ...not simply because man alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because man has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion, sacrifice and endurance.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire. but now I know I'm dead I tell you

I never said anything more. it doesn't do any good. I've found that when a man gets into a rut the best thing you can do is let him stay there.

Show me the man what aint going to die, bless Jesus.

So you believe in the rightness of man?" I said."I will beat the heads off yez all for a shilling," Comyn said."I believe in the pitiableness of man," the subadar said. "That is better.

It is the man who all his life has been self-convicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.