And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground wh...ere only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's a bad town to bring an appetite to, soldier. We've been here since yesterday morning and we've been living on boiled hay and ...razor blades.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled,... Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead:--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, Whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at mo...rn; And here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin In tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When you grow up you realize that there isn't really any Santa but the monsters are still around. If only they were big and hairy;... now they're just dark and amorphous, and they're no longer afraid of the light. Sometimes they're the guy who climbs in the window and takes your television. And sometimes they're the guy who walks out the front door with your heart in his hand and never comes back. And sometimes they're the job or the bank or the wife or the boss or just that sort of dark heavy feeling that sits between your shoulder blades like a backpack. There are always terrible things waiting to grab you by the ankle, to pull you under, to get you with their long horrible arms. And you lie in bed and look at the shadows on the ceiling and feel, under the covers, just for a moment, like you're safe. One more day alive.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice. Where is the skillful swordsman w...ho can give clean wounds, and not rip up his work with the other edge?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the embattled flaming multitude Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,... And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name, And with the clashing of their sword-blades make A rapturous music, till the morning break....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »