Your fingertips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind - images. You sang me Spanish lullabies, the sweetest sadness… — A Fine Frenzy Copy Share Image
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
There is no hunt in Thanet, nor is there a fox problem. There is no Tooting hunt, no Wandsworth hunt and no… — Roger Gale Copy Share Image
The idea (for the painting 'Room in New York', 1932, ed.) had been in my mind a long time before I painted… — Edward Hopper Copy Share Image
We must shed the old stereotype of anarchists as bearded bomb throwers furtively stalking about city streets at night. — Stephen Jay Gould Copy Share Image
When we walk the streets at night in safety, it does not strike us that this might be otherwise. This habit of… — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
