Cleanly, sir, you went to the core of the matter. Using the purest kind of wit, a balance of belief and art,... You with a curious nervous elegance laid bare The root of life, and put your finger on its beating heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...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 »
Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into ...the fire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He was begotten in the galley and born under a gun. Every hair was a rope yarn, every finger a fish-hook, every tooth a marline-sp...ike, and his blood right good Stockholm tar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Supposing the Mechanical Phase to have lasted 300 years, from 1600 to 1900, the next or Electric Phase would have a life equal to ...(the square root of 300), or about seventeen years and a half, when--that is, in 1917Mit would pass into another or Ethereal Phase, which, for half a century, science has been promising, and which would last only (the square root of 17.5), or about four years, and bring Thought to the limit of its possibilities in the year 1921. It may well be!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 »