I picked up a bottle half buried in the wet sand, covered with barnacles, but stoppled tight, and half full ofred ale, which still smacked of juniper,all that remainedI fancied from the wreck of a rowdy world,that great saltsea on… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The waves belong to the Ganges, not the Ganges to the waves. A man cannot realize God unless he gets rid of all such egotistic ideas as "I am such an important man" or "I am so and so". Level… — Ramakrishna Copy Share Image
