The real weakness of England lies, not in incomplete armaments or unfortified coasts, not in the poverty that creeps through sunless lanes,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
Sandry: "I am silly, now and then. My mother said I was, anyway." Daja: "If you know, you can stop it." Sandry:… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
When you start hiding things away, that's when the darkness creeps up. Sunlight is the best disinfectant. — Steve Kazee Copy Share Image
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street — John McCrae Copy Share Image
