This is a diseased century. We diagnosed the disease and its causes with microscopic exactness, but whenever we applied the healing knife… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
He was sure that he was not the cause of the abrupt silence. His passage through the canyon had not previously disturbed… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
Dry leaves cant be shown hope, their ultimate fate is to convert into soil. — Senoraroy Copy Share Image
As a magnifying glass concentrates the rays of the sun into a little burning knot of heat that can set fire to… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
“We brought you truth, and in our mouth it sounded a lie. We brought you freedom, and it looks in our hands… — Arthur Koestler Copy Share Image
“The text we shall consider this morning,” he said clearly and with a cutting edge to his voice, “is found in the… — Kathrine Kressmann Taylor Copy Share Image
