Every lord's mansion stands on the foundation of your bones, soldier, every field has been saturated with your sweat, and you, peasant,… — Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont Copy Share Image
And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke. Rest you… — John Betjeman Copy Share Image
“God, am I like the rest after all?” — So he used to think starting awake at night — “Am I like… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
