While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely an...d fatally?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly use...less to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But you were not living at all, and I was half-living,... so where the years blight these others, we, who were not of the years, have escaped, we got nowhere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondenc...y of uneasy egoism.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun--it is a sacred emblem fro...m the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pride can go without domestics, without fine clothes, can live in a house with two rooms, can eat potato, purslain, beans, lyed co...rn, can work on the soil, can travel afoot, can talk with poor men, or sit silent well contented with fine saloons. But vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last; a long way leading nowhere.--Only one drawback; proud people are intolerably selfish, and the vain are gentle and giving.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Diddy-Wah-Diddy ... is a place of no work and no worry for man or beast. The road to it is so crooked that a mule pulling a load o...f fodder can eat off the back of the wagon as he plods along. All curbstones are chairs, and all food is already cooked. Baked chickens and sweet potato pies, with convenient knives and forks, drift along crying, 'Eat me! Eat me!'LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth... Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blightLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »