In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in…

Before the birth of the New Woman the country was not an intellectual desert, as she is apt to suppose. There were teachers of…

— Rebecca Harding Davis

A departure from the truth was hardly ever known to be a single one.

— Samuel Richardson

The last day will prove that some of the holiest men that ever lived are hardly known.

— J. C. Ryle

I have hardly ever known a mathematician who was capable of reasoning.

— Plato

Bath was hardly known for its rock'n roll. We weren't part of the London scene or the New Romantics or any of that.

— Roland Orzabal

What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,…

— Henry Abbey

A transition from an author's book to his conversation is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant prospect. Remotely,…

— Samuel Johnson

Strange that so few ever come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires, lifting its evergreen arms to…

— Henry David Thoreau

Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that…

— A. E. Housman

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at…

— T. S. Eliot

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before –…

— Robert Hughes

I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“These spires above my house are doves, lifted by grace above the earth's eruption.”

— Jay Wright

The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,…

— Charles Dickens

Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires,…

— Henry Ward Beecher