“Where silver webs of spiders weave and blighted lovers take their leave; where curses lay the spirits low and mortal footsteps fear… — Richard Jones Copy Share Image
“What is it, Master Calligrapher, that little girls do in the way that spiders weave?" sleeve asked primly. The Calligrapher coughed, for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
If the whole world should agree to speak nothing but truth, what an abridgment it would make of speech! And what an… — Washington Allston Copy Share Image
The mind cannot support moral chaos for long. Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their… — John Dos Passos Copy Share Image
