The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold... like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly swept by rain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I walked abroad in a snowy day; I asked the soft snow with me to play;... She played and she melted in all her prime, And the winter called it a dreadful crime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Living in cities is an art, and we need the vocabulary of art, of style, to describe the peculiar relationship between man and mat...erial that exists in the continual creative play of urban living. The city as we imagine it, then, soft city of illusion, myth, aspiration, and nightmare, is as real, maybe more real, than the hard city one can locate on maps in statistics, in monographs on urban sociology and demography and architecture.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What did you go out into the wilderness to look at? A reed shaken by the wind? What then did you go out to see? Someone dressed in... soft robes? Look, those who wear soft robes are in royal palaces. What then did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »