When the soul of man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality..., language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sad...istic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words it is war minus the shooting. LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Determination and skill come out of a depth of political and cultural experiences. Women resist and are brave in the most ordinary...-seeming situations: on a welfare line, after being told that medical benefits are going to cut; on a street late at night helping a sister who is being harassed; as a mother demanding that the hospital stop experimenting with sterilization on her daughters; one sister to another trying to convince her to stop shooting up because it's giving the man a victory, swallowing up her life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer r...eason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,... Where ignorant armies clash by night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Summer involves going down as a steep flight of steps To a narrow ledge over the water. Is this it, then,... This iron comfort, these reasonable taboos, Or did you mean it when you stopped? And the face Resembles yours, the one reflected in the water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and ...of the race of giants.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No Raven's wing can stretch the flight so far As the torn bandrols of Napoleon's war.... Choose then your climate, fix your best abode, He'll make you deserts and he'll bring you blood. How could you fear a dearth? have not mankind, Tho slain by millions, millions left behind? Has not conscription still the power to weild Her annual faulchion o'er the human field? A faithful harvester!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »