To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas!… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
The fundamental idea of these pylons, or great archways, is based on a method of construction peculiar to me, of which the… — Gustave Eiffel Copy Share Image
We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the morning, the… — Tom Kimmel Copy Share Image
“I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly… — Swami Dhyan Giten Copy Share Image
What is such a resource worth? Anything it costs. If we never hike it or step into its shade, if we only… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers,… — Alys Fowler Copy Share Image
Nothing and no one can destroy the Chinese people. They are relentless survivors. They are the oldest civilized people on earth. Their… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
This inability to think created the possibility for many ordinary men to commit evil deeds on a gigantic scale, the like of… — Hannah Arendt Copy Share Image
For all parts of the body that we see fit to expose to the wind and air are found fit to endure… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
Love is like a flower. Arguments are like heat and communication and spending time together is like water and soil. Do not… — Frank Matobo Copy Share Image
We feel the breath of the wind upon our cheeks, we see the dust and the leaves blowing before the wind, we… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink… — Marlena De Blasi Copy Share Image
How full and rich a world Theirs to inhabit is-- Sweet scent of grass and bloom, Playmates' glad symphony, Cool touch of… — Israel Zangwill Copy Share Image
