...there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease. Though its root gro...ws old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth branches like a young plant. But mortals die, and are laid low; humans expire, and where are they?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When he bit that bud of her lower lip,... she started, shook a finger, arched her brow, and hissed, "Leave me alone, you fool," her eyes narrowing into slits. Whoever kisses such a haughty woman wins the drink of immortality. Those idiot gods churned the ocean for nothing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives... the right to dream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And yet no greater, but more eminent, Love by the spring is grown;... As, in the firmament, Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown, Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough, From love's awakened root do bud out now.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some have felt that these blundering lives are due to the inconvenient indefiniteness with which the Supreme Power has fashioned t...he natures of women: if there were one level of feminine incompetence as strict as the ability to count three and no more, the social lot of women might be treated with scientific certitude. Meanwhile the indefiniteness remains, and the limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women's coiffure and the favourite love stories in prose and verse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The history of literature--take the net result of Tiraboshi, Warton, or Schlegel,--is a sum of a very few ideas, and of very few o...riginal tales,--all the rest being variation of these.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A good intention clothes itself with sudden power. When a god wishes to ride, any chip or pebble will bud and shoot out winged fee...t and serve him for a horse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All our progress is an unfolding, like the vegetable bud. You first have an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge, as the pl...ant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason. It is vain to hurry it. By trusting it to the end, it shall ripen into truth, and you shall know why you believe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »