I spent my life mixin' with your breed, and I don't like it. Get me. You can hide behind a lot of red tape, crooked lawyers and po...liticians with the gimmes, writs of habeas corpus, witnesses that don't remember overnight, but we'll get through to you, just like we got all the rest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen:... A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But yet that holden this tale a folly, As of a fox, or of a cock and hen,... Taketh the morality, good men. For Saint Paul saith that all that written is, To our doctrine it is y-writ, ywis; Taketh the fruit, and let the chaff be still.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Macrobius, that writ the avision In Afrique of the worthy Scipio,... Affirmeth dreams, and sayeth that they been Warning of thinges that men after seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light,... On which the eyes of God not rarely look,
A chronicle of actions just and bright-- There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The moving finger writes; and having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit... Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The wisdom of others remains dull till it is writ over with our own blood. We are essentially apart from the world; it bursts into... our consciousness only when it sinks its teeth and nails into us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Zen is to religion what a Japanese "rock garden" is to a garden. Zen knows no god, no afterlife, no good and no evil, as the rock-...garden knows no flowers, herbs or shrubs. It has no doctrine or holy writ: its teaching is transmitted mainly in the form of parables as ambiguous as the pebbles in the rock-garden which symbolise now a mountain, now a fleeting tiger. When a disciple asks "What is Zen?", the master's traditional answer is "Three pounds of flax" or "A decaying noodle" or "A toilet stick" or a whack on the pupil's head.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, and music at the close,... As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »