Then I had only prisoners' thoughts. I awaited the daily walk which I took in the yard, or my lawyer's visit. I managed the remain...der of my time very well. I have often thought that if I was made to live in a dry tree trunk, without any other occupation but to watch the flower of the sky above my head, I would have gradually gotten used to it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Shall, then, the maple yield sugar, and not man? Shall the farmer be thus active, and surely have so much sugar to show for it, be...fore this very March is gone,--while I read the newspaper? While he works in his sugar-camp let me work in mine,--for sweetness is in me, and to sugar it shall come,--it shall not all go to leaves and wood. Am I not a sugar maple man, then? Boil down the sweet sap which the spring causes to flow within you. Stop not at syrup,--go on to sugar, though you present the world with but a single crystal,--a crystal not made from trees in your yard, but from the new life that stirs in your pores. Cheerfully skim your kettle, and watch it set and crystallize, making it a holiday of it if you will. Heaven will be propitious to you as to him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight... The self-same way with more advised watch To find the other forth, and by adventuring both I oft found both.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hamlet: Why was he sent into England? Grave-digger: Why, because a was mad. A shall recover his wits there; or if a do not, '...tis no great matter there. Hamlet: Why? Grave-digger: 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He repelled, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,... Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Romeo. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'ti...s enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,... Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »