Every wild apple shrub excites our expectation thus, somewhat as every wild child. It is, perhaps, a prince in disguise. What a… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Faith is the vital artery of the soul. When we begin to believe, we begin to love. Faith grafts the soul into… — Richard Watson Copy Share Image
These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
The hippie is the scion of surplus value. The dropout can only claim sanctity in a society which offers something to be… — Germaine Greer Copy Share Image
But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
