Made by hand, the craft object bears the fingerprints, real or metaphorical, of the person who fashioned it. These fingerprints ar...e not the equivalent of the artist's signature, for they are not a name. Nor are they a mark or a brand. They are a sign: the almost invisible scar commemorating our original brotherhood or sisterhood. Made by hand, the craft object is made for hands. Not only can we see it, we can also finger it, feel it. We see the work of art but we do not touch it. The religious taboo that forbids us to touch saints--"you'll burn your hands if you touch the Tabernacle," we were told as children--also applies to paintings and sculpture.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee,... So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom yet for many a May. If only I could recollect it, such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; It seemed to mean so little, meant so much; If only now I could recall that touch, First touch of hand in hand--Did one but know!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Waldo Lydecker: Laura considered me the wisest, the wittiest, the most interesting man she'd ever met. I was in complete accord wi...th her on that point.... She thought me also the kindest, the gentlest, the most sympathetic man in the world. Detective Mark McPherson: Did you agree with her there, too? Waldo Lydecker: McPherson, you won't understand this, but I've tried to become the kindest, gentlest, the most sympathetic man in the world. Detective Mark McPherson: Have any luck? Waldo Lydecker: Let me put it this way: I shall be sincerely sorry to see my neighbor's children devoured by wolves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He loves us not, He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren,... The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in the nest, against the owl.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare, Fond Fancy's scum and dregs of scattered thought,... Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care, Thou web of will whose end is never wrought; Desire! desire, I have too dearly bought With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is there in Rome for me to see that others have not seen before me? What is there for me to touch that others have not touche...d? What is there for me to feel, to learn, to hear, to know, that shall thrill me before it pass to others? What can I discover?--Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. One charm of travel dies here.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He will deliver you from six troubles; in seven no harm shall touch you. In famine he will redeem you from death, and in war from ...the power of the sword. You shall be hidden from the scourge of the tongue, and shall not fear destruction when it comes. At destruction and famine you shall laugh, and shall not fear the wild animals of the earth. For you shall be in league with the stones of the field, and the wild animals shall be at peace with you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »