As we walked homeward across the fields, the sun dropped and lay like a great golden globe in the low west. While it hung there, t...he moon rose in the east, as big as a cart-wheel, pale silver and streaked with rose colour, thin as a bubble or a ghost-moon. For five, perhaps ten minutes, the two luminaries confronted each other across the level land, resting on opposite edges of the world. In that singular light every little tree and shock of wheat, every sunflower stalk and clump of snow-on-the-mountain, drew itself up high and pointed; the very clods and furrows in the fields seemed to stand up sharply. I felt the old pull of the earth, the solemn magic that comes out of those fields at nightfall. I wished I could be a little boy again, and that my way could end there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A woman drew her long black hair out tight And fiddled whisper music on those strings... And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings And crawled head downward down a blackened wall....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Even of old the Christian world, so bitterly antagonistic to any ideas not specifically contained in their creeds and dogmas, made... an exception in Socrates' case. They recognized his likeness to Christ. He was the example that a soul could be Christlike not through grace, but by nature. Erasmus said, "Holy Socrates, pray for us." To know him is a help to knowing Christ, and it is not hard to know him. We can see him quite clearly. Plato who drew his portrait, could not, of course, keep himself out of it, any more than Christ's recorders could, but at least magic did not dog Plato's footsteps as it did everyone's footsteps when the Gospels were written. In the fourth century B.C. Greeks had no leaning to marvels. Also in the centuries that followed no one founded a church on Socrates and built up around him a theology and hung creeds and ceremonials upon him. To see what he was we do not have to brush anything away except a bit of Plato. We can use him as a stepping stone to Christ, a first aid in realizing what Christ was.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The season developed and matured. Another year's installment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemer...al creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles. Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We try to go back. You know I'll probably die just a few miles from where I drew my first breath. That would have seemed like a ho...rrible prospect to me, back when I was young and ambitious and gonna set the world on fire. But there's comfort in knowing you're gonna go full circle, end up where you started out. I've said before that I want to live my last days where folks know when you're sick and care when you die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame.... When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods He came.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within, That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of ...>Glynn Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore When length was failure, and when breadth was but bitterness sore, And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain,-- Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face The vast sweet visage of space.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Frau Stöhr ... began to talk about how fascinating it was to cough.... Sneezing was much the same thing. You kept on wanting to s...neeze until you simply couldn't stand it any longer; you looked as if you were tipsy; you drew a couple of breaths, then out it came, and you forgot everything else in the bliss of the sensation. Sometimes the explosion repeated itself two or three times. That was the sort of pleasure life gave you free of charge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance... of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I myself, I, who, so far as it is finished, have composed this tragedy of tragedies entirely singlehandedly--I, who first tied the... knot of morality into existence and drew it up so tightly that only a god might loosen it (just as Horace demands!)MI myself have already killed all the gods in the fourth act--out of morality! Now what is to be done about the fifth act! Where will the tragic solution come from?--Do I need to start thinking about a comic solution?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »