Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone's bees. You can't untie… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
As Dante says in the beginning of the Inferno, 'In the midst of life's journey I found myself in a dark wood,… — Christopher Vogler Copy Share Image
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
But what if your fire is not burning well or, worse, has gone out? Without inner fire, you have no light, no… — Phil Cousineau Copy Share Image
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
. . . the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows,… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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