Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully unti...l she finds it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Money indeed may be considered as the most universal and expressive of all languages. For gold and silver coins are no more money ...when not in the actual process of being voluntarily used in purchase, than words not so in use are language. Pounds, shillings, and pence are recognized covenanted tokens, the outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual purchasing power, but till in actual use they are only potential money, as the symbols of language, whatever they may be, are only potential language till they are passing between two minds. It is the power and will to apply the symbols that alone gives life to money, and as long as they are in abeyance, the money is in abeyance also; the coins may be safe in one's pocket, but they are as dead as a log till they begin to burn in it, and so are our words till they begin to burn within us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have ...been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions; they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-veined stone,... A piece of glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells, And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Young men kill someone for a handful of coins, then are remorseless, even casual: Hey, man, things happen. And their parents nab t...he culprit: it was the city, the cops, the system, the crowd, the music. Anyone but him. Anyone but me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They are as neat as a wallet, opening and closing on their coins,... the quarters, the nickels, straight into the crapper. Why shouldn't I pull down my pants and moon the executioner....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells, I drew the white sheet over the islands... And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »