Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Well?” Shylin fell into step beside him as Sibley came out into the passage. “How long?” “Would you believe eight inches?” “No.” “As big as a baby’s arm?” “Sib.” “Chief says it’ll be done when it’s done.

Having broken out of his own Spartanism, he

There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them, or above each other - by language, which is the parent, and not the child, of thought.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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