Words, I think, are the one great, exhaustless charm and resource of life; and to think how people fling them about, and strike, and sting and stab and poison, and go their way and forget.
The Letters of Gamaliel Bradford, 1918–1931
Words, I think, are the one great, exhaustless charm and resource of life; and to think how people fling them about, and strike, and sting and stab and poison, and go their way and forget.
The Letters of Gamaliel Bradford, 1918–1931
