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The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for read more
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to read more
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly,
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving
favour rather than silver and gold.
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving
favour rather than silver and gold.
They certainly give very strange names to diseases.
They certainly give very strange names to diseases.
We call a fig a fig, and a skiff a skiff.
[Lat., Ficum vocamus ficum, et scapham scapham.]
We call a fig a fig, and a skiff a skiff.
[Lat., Ficum vocamus ficum, et scapham scapham.]
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed read more
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. read more
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know.
"Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to
find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really
thought that it was I.
"Whose name was writ in water!" What large laughter
Among the immortals when that word was brought!
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"Whose name was writ in water!" What large laughter
Among the immortals when that word was brought!
Then when his fiery spirit rose flaming after,
High toward the topmost heaven of heavens up-caught!
"All hail! our younger brother!" Shakespeare said,
And Dante nodded his imperial head.
