Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
The narrow path had opened up suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A transition from an author's book to his conversation is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
I remember my daughter Deni coming along, and she was so pure and caring of everybody and everything. And somehow, this little… — Woody Harrelson Copy Share Image
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A transition from an author's book to his conversation, is too often like an entrance into a large city. — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
During the air war of 1944, a four-man combat crew on a B-17 bomber took a vow to never abandon one another… — Sebastian Junger Copy Share Image
Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod,… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
