To one who is accustomed to thinking a lot, every new thought that he hears or reads about immediately appears as a link in a chai...n.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O thou day o' th' world, Chain mine armed neck, leap thou, attire and all,... Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I never drink wine ... I keep my hands soft and supple ... I sleep in a soft bed and never over-tire my body. It is because whe...n my hour strikes I must be a perfect instrument. My eyes must be steady, my brain clear, my nerves calm, my aim true. I must be prepared to do my work, successfully if God wills. But if I perish, I perish.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is not any present moment that is unconnected with some future one. The life of every man is a continued chain of incidents,... each link of which hangs upon the former. The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace. Evil may at some future period bring forth good; and good may bring forth evil, both equally unexpected.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The banners flashing through the trees Make their blood dance and chain their eyes;... That bugle-music on the breeze Arrests them with a charm'd surprise. Banner by turns and bugle woo: Ye shy recluses, follow too!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If there is a species which is more maltreated than children, then it must be their toys, which they handle in an incredibly off-h...and manner.... Toys are thus the end point in that long chain in which all the conditions of despotic high-handedness are in play which enchain beings one to another, from one species to another--cruel divinities to their sacrificial victims, from masters to slaves, from adults to children, and from children to their objects.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain... Of evening rain, Unravelled from the tumbling main, And threading the eye of a yellow star:-- So many times do I love again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For most visitors to Manhattan, both foreign and domestic, New York is the Shrine of the Good Time. "I don't see how you stand it,..." they often say to the native New Yorker who has been sitting up past his bedtime for a week in an attempt to tire his guest out. "It's all right for a week or so, but give me the little old home town when it comes to living." And, under his breath, the New Yorker endorses the transfer and wonders himself how he stands it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »