A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd, Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
The first track is the end of a string. At the far end, a being is moving; a mystery, dropping a hint about itself… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
I don't see how anybody could have a passion for nature without having an equally developed tolerance for the cold. — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
Evil can be a teacher, if you look at the wisdom of its negative power. — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow, and courage from the jay, who will attack an… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends. — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
There are paths and ruts in the spirit world as there are in the physical and mental world. One must take the tools of… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
Immerse yourself in nature’s symphony and let your senses burst with joy. — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
If today I had a young mind to direct, to start on the journey of life, and I was faced with the duty of… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
