Monday, August 30, 2010

Words, words, words

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art.  It is the work of art nearest to life itself.  It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;- not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.     Henry David Thoreau, Walden
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.     John 1:1  

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