Culture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists >>
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grand >>
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known a >>
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven. >>
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and n >>
Lord, keep my memory green. >>
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.