It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a lustre obliterates. Th...ere is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment--but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thou Fair-haired Angel of the Evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light... Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighte...d torch ... and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order ... by sitting on the mystery of life, and knowing themselves that there was no mystery.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For we are not pans and barrows, nor even porters of the fire and torch-bearers, but children of the fire, made of it, and only th...e same divinity transmuted, and at two or three removes, when we know least about it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In football they measure forty-yard sprints. Nobody runs forty yards in basketball. Maybe you run the ninety-four feet of the cour...t; then you stop, not on a dime, but on Miss Liberty's torch. In football you run over somebody's face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »