Seeds, there are seeds enough which need only be stirred in with the soil where they lie, by an inspired voice or pen, to bear fruit of a divine flavor. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Istam terra de fossam premat, gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet! (As for her, let her be buried deep in earth, and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)” — Seneca Copy Share Image
