That air would disappear from the whole earth in time, perhaps; but long after his day. He did not know just when it had become so... necessary to him, but he had come back to die in exile for the sake of it. Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red:... They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day:-- Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Buz, quoth the blue fly, Hum, quoth the bee,... Buz and hum they cry, And so do we: In his ear, in his nose, thus, do you see? He ate the dormouse, else it was he.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
From outside one will always triumphantly impress theories upon the world and then fall straight into the ditch one has dug, but o...nly from inside will one keep oneself and the world quiet and true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Leopards break into the temple and drink to the dregs what is in the sacrificial pitchers; this is repeated over and over again; f...inally it can be calculated in advance, and it becomes a part of the ceremony.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The observer of the soul cannot penetrate into the soul, but there doubtless is a margin where he comes into contact with it. Reco...gnition of this contact is the fact that even the soul does not know of itself. Hence it must remain unknown. That would be sad only if there were anything apart from the soul, but there is nothing else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »