A democracy is a volcano which conceals the fiery materials of its own destruction. These will produce an eruption and carry desolation… — Fisher Ames Copy Share Image
It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends.… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild… — Dmitri Shostakovich Copy Share Image
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
We are all capable of living each day with a fiery passion and sense of purpose that radiates in our smile and… — Robert Cheeke Copy Share Image
I am 'too fiery'... yet I wish to be seen as I am and I would lose all rather than soften away… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
Apocalypse does not point to a fiery Armageddon but to the fact that our ignorance and our complacency are coming to an… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
We practice conscious forgetting by refusing to summon up the fiery material, we refuse to recollect. To forget is an active, not… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
Israel of the coastal plain, where eight out of ten Israeli Jews live far removed from the occupied territories, from the fiery… — Amos Oz Copy Share Image
Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They… — Gwendolyn Brooks Copy Share Image
Heat is a universal solvent, melting out of things their power of resistance, and sucking away and removing their natural strength with… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
War is a monster with snaky locks, and fiery bloodshot eyes, and harpy claws, passing over fair fields and leaving its footprints… — Moncure D. Conway Copy Share Image
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. — John Milton Copy Share Image
