There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a discussion coolly waived ...when you feel that justice is all on your own side is even more exasperating in marriage than in philosophy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is just man's turning away from instinct--his opposing himself to instinct--that creates consciousness. Instinct is nature and ...seeks to perpetuate nature; while consciousness can only seek culture or its denial.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let God alone if need be. Methinks, if I loved him more, I should keep him--I should keep myself rather--at a more respectful dist...ance. It is not when I am going to meet him, but when I am just turning away and leaving him alone, that I discover that God is. I say, God. I am not sure that that is the name. You will know whom I mean.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away,... And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I, who had heard of music in the spheres, But not of speech in stars, began to muse:... But turning to my God, whose ministers The stars and all things are; If I refuse, Dread Lord, said I, so oft my good; Then I refuse not ev'n with blood To wash away my stubborn thought: For I will do or suffer what I ought.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain,... Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This "charity-house," as the wrecker called it, this "Humane house," as some call it, that is, the one to which we first came, had... neither window nor sliding shutter, nor clapboards, nor paint. As we have said, there was a rusty nail put through the staple. However, as we wished to get an idea of a Humane house, and we hoped that we should never have a better opportunity, we put our eyes, by turns, to a knot-hole in the door, and, after long looking, without seeing, into the dark,--not knowing how many shipwrecked men's bones we might see at last, looking with the eye of faith, knowing that, though to him that knocketh it may not always be opened, yet to him that looketh long enough through a knot-hole the inside shall be visible,--for we had had some practice at looking inward,--by steadily keeping our other ball covered from the light meanwhile, putting the outward world behind us, ocean and land, and the beach,--till the pupil became enlarged and collected the rays of light that were wandering in that dark (for the pupil shall be enlarged by looking; there was never so dark a night but a faithful and patient eye, however small, might at last prevail over it),--after all this, I say, things began to take shape to our vision,--if we may use this expression where there was nothing but emptiness,--and we obtained the long-wished-for insight. Though we thought at first that it was a hopeless case, after several minutes' steady exercise of the divine faculty, our prospects began steadily to brighten, and we were ready to exclaim with the blind bard of "Paradise Lost and Regained,"-- "Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed?" A little longer, and a chimney rushed red on our sight. In short, when our vision had grown familiar with the darkness, we discovered that there were some stones and some loose wads of wool on the floor, and an empty fireplace at the further end; but it was not supplied with matches, or straw, or hay, that we could see, nor "accommodated with a bench." Indeed, it was the wreck of all cosmical beauty there within. Turning our backs on the outward world, we thus looked through the knot-hole into the Humane house, into the very bowels of mercy; and for bread we found a stone. It was literally a great cry (of sea-mews outside), and a little wool. However, we were glad to sit outside, under the lee of the Humane house, to escape the piercing wind; and there we thought how cold is charity! how inhumane humanity! This, then, is what charity hides! Virtues antique and far away, with ever a rusty nail over the latch; and very difficult to keep in repair, withal, it is so uncertain whether any will ever gain the beach near you. So we shivered round about, not being able to get into it, ever and anon looking through the knot-hole into that night without a star, until we concluded that it was not a humane house at all, but a seaside box, now shut up, belonging to some of the family of Night or Chaos, where they spent their summers by the sea, for the sake of the sea-breeze, and that it was not proper for us to be prying into their concerns.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He slipped his hand and ran away! He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!... With open jaws, a lion sprang, And hungrily began to eat The boy: beginning at his feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »