She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
The custom of saluting [i.e., embracing] ladies by their relatives and friends was introduced, it is said, by the early Romans, not… — Joseph Haydn Copy Share Image
In Winter, [the Antarctic] is perhaps the dreariest of places. Our base, Little America, lay in a bowl of ice, near the… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
Whenever I experience something beautiful, I am with Soul. That moment of inward breath, that pause and awareness of "how beautiful this… — Jean Shinoda Bolen Copy Share Image
I've seen over and over how much self-belief drives outcomes. And that's why I force myself to sit at the table, even… — Sheryl Sandberg Copy Share Image
the various earth odors all have a separate tale to tell, and the leaf mold of the woods bears a wholly different… — Mabel Osgood Wright Copy Share Image
Capitalism’s biggest political enemies are not the firebrand trade unionists spewing vitriol against the system but the executives in pin-striped suits extolling… — Raghuram Rajan Copy Share Image
The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image