To really be of benefit to others as the Buddha always taught, we ourselves must first get out of the swamp. One… — Tenzin Palmo Copy Share Image
I suppose we all loved those kind of sci-fi movies where terrible things came out of swamps and came to Mars. And… — Neil Innes Copy Share Image
Val, I'm on Bourbon—” “I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
We are at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
I am an innovator. This is a term of distinction, a term of honor, rather than something to hide or apologize for.… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
Words may be either the servants or masters. If the former they may safely guide us in the way of truth. If… — George Horne Copy Share Image
Would you leave me alone, you walking pair of boots! Let go of my easel, you refugee from a luggage factory. If… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
I can't make something 'useful' to me in a writing sense for a very long time. I don't have any journalistic instinct.… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities.… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
The Gerat Bald Swamp Hedgehog of Billericay displays, in courtship, his single prickle and does impressions of Holiday Inn desk clerks. Since… — Mike Harding Copy Share Image
The ash her purple drops forgivingly And sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea, Each… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Our suicidal poets (Plath, Berryman, Lowell, Jarrell, et al.) spent too much of their lives inside rooms and classrooms when they should… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
We cannot enter into alliance with neighbouring princes until we are acquainted with their designs. We are not fit to lead an… — Sun Tzu Copy Share Image
