To get it right, be born with luck or else make it. Never give up. Get the knack of getting people to help you and also pitch in y...ourself. A little money helps, but what really gets it right is to never--I repeat--never under any conditions face the facts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I could only live at the pitch that is near madness When everything is as it was in my childhood... Violent, vivid, and of infinite possibility: That the sun and the moon broke over my head.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,... A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread-- Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,... Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are few books which are fit to be remembered in our wisest hours, but the Iliad is brightest in the serenest days, and embod...ies still all the sunlight that fell on Asia Minor. No modern joy or ecstasy of ours can lower its height or dim its lustre, but there it lies in the east of literature, as it were the earliest and latest production of the mind. The ruins of Egypt oppress and stifle us with their dust, foulness preserved in cassia and pitch, and swathed in linen; the death of that which never lived. But the rays of Greek poetry struggle down to us, and mingle with the sunbeams of the recent day. The statue of Memnon is cast down, but the shaft of the Iliad still meets the sun in his rising.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Notwithstanding the universal barrenness, and the contiguity of the desert, I never saw an autumnal landscape so beautifully paint...ed as this was. It was like the richest rug imaginable spread over an uneven surface; no damask nor velvet, nor Tyrian dye or stuffs, nor the work of any loom, could ever match it. There was the incredibly bright red of the huckleberry, and the reddish brown of the bayberry, mingled with the bright and living green of small pitch pines, and also the duller green of the bayberry, boxberry, and plum, the yellowish green of the shrub oaks, and the various golden and yellow and fawn-colored tints of the birch and maple and aspen, each making its own figure, and, in the midst, the few yellow sand-slides on the sides of the hills looked like the white floor seen through rents in the rug. Coming from the country as I did, and many autumnal woods I had seen, this was perhaps the most novel and remarkable sight that I saw on the Cape. Probably the brightness of the tints was enhanced by contrast with the sand which surrounded this tract.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This man was very clever and quick to learn anything in his line. Our tent was of a kind new to him; but when he had once seen it ...pitched, it was surprising how quickly he would find and prepare the pole and forked stakes to pitch it with, cutting and placing them right the first time, though I am sure that the majority of white men would have blundered several times.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No yard! but unfenced Nature reaching up to your very sills. A young forest growing up under your windows, and wild sumachs and bl...ackberry vines breaking through into your cellar; sturdy pitch pines rubbing and creaking against the shingles for want of room, their roots reaching quite under the house. Instead of a scuttle or a blind blown off in the gale,--a pine tree snapped off or torn up by the roots behind your house for fuel. Instead of no path to the front-yard gate in the Great Snow,--no gate--no front-yard,--and no path to the civilized world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the north- east side of Walden, which the sun, reflect...ed from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond; it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire. I thus warmed myself by the still glowing embers which the summer, like a departed hunter, had left.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in ...it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »