“To summon things into being by the mysterious alchemy of language. Atlantic. Atlas. Aloft. He was holding the image of his own… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
Sometimes a fog will settle over a vessel's deck and yet leave the topmast clear. Then a sailor goes up aloft and… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
We are too feeble and sluggish to make our way out to the upper limit of the air. If someone could reach… — Plato Copy Share Image
Are we lost, or are we found at last? On earth we strive for our various needs, because so goes the fundamental… — Ernest K. Gann Copy Share Image
