"Have we any control over being born?," my friend asked in despair. "No, the job is done for us while we're sleeping, so to speak,... and when we wake up everything is all set. We merely appear, like an ornate celebrity wheeled out in a wheelchair." "I don't remember," my friend claimed. "No need to," I said: "what need have us free-loaders for any special alertness? We're done for."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In a time of confusion and rapid change like the present, when terms are continually turning inside out and the names of things ha...rdly keep their meaning from day to day, it's not possible to write two honest paragraphs without stopping to take crossbearings on every one of the abstractions that were so well ranged in ornate marble niches in the minds of our fathers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But who is this, what thing of sea or land? Female of sex it seems,... That so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadier With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »