Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, w >>
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I >>
Lord I disbelieve -- help thou my unbelief. >>
The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to >>
Acquaintance. A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but no >>
The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acqua >>
I believe we shall come to care about people less and less. The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London.