A wife is property that one acquires by contract, she is transferable, because possession of her requires title; in fact, woman is..., so to speak, only man's appendage; consequently, slice, cut, clip her, you have all rights to her.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Audible prayer can never do the works of spiritual understanding, which regenerates; but silent prayer, watchfulness, and devout o...bedience enable us to follow Jesus' example. Long prayers, superstition, and creeds clip the strong pinions of love, and clothe religion in human forms. Whatever materializes worship hinders man's spiritual growth and keeps him from demonstrating his power over error.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?... There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They live (when they live) in fear of blinding, of burning, of choking under a... mushroom cloud in the year of the roach. And they want (like us) the eternity of today, they want this fear to be struck out at once....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It opens this book of odd tales which transform the Brothers Grimm.... Transform! As if an enlarged paper clip could be a piece of sculpture. (And it could.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I wooed, in heart... As merry as when our nuptial day was done And tapers burnt to bedward!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the night I dreamed of trout-fishing; and, when at length I awoke, it seemed a fable that this painted fish swam there so near ...my couch, and rose to our hooks the last evening, and I doubted if I had not dreamed it all. So I arose before dawn to test its truth, while my companions were still sleeping. There stood Ktaadn with distinct and cloudless outline in the moonlight; and the rippling of the rapids was the only sound to break the stillness. Standing on the shore, I once more cast my line into the stream, and found the dream to be real and the fable true. The speckled trout and silvery roach, like flying-fish, sped swiftly through the moonlight air, describing bright arcs on the dark side of Ktaadn, until moonlight, now fading into daylight, brought satiety to my mind, and the minds of my companions, who had joined me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »