Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river; there, My music playing far off, I will betray... Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, "Ah, ha! y' are caught."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end th...rough a cliff into the sea, something of me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is a mistake, to think the same thing affects both sight and touch. If the same angle or square, which is the object of touch, ...be also the object of vision, what should hinder the blind man, at first sight, from knowing it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The most refined skills of color printing, the intricate techniques of wide-angle photography, provide us pictures of trivia bigge...r and more real than life. We forget that we see trivia and notice only that the reproduction is so good. Man fulfils his dream and by photographic magic produces a precise image of the Grand Canyon. The result is not that he adores nature or beauty the more. Instead he adores his camera--and himself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The traditional novel form continues to enlarge our experience in those very areas where the wide-angle lens and the Cinerama scre...en tend to narrow it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... geometry became a symbol for human relations, except that it was better, because in geometry things never go bad. If certain t...hings occur, if certain lines meet, an angle is born. You cannot fail. It's not going to fail; it is eternal. I found in rules of mathematics a peace and a trust that I could not place in human beings. This sublimation was total and remained total. Thus, I'm able to avoid or manipulate or process pain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing;... Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,... Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the 'wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »