There are men from whom nature or some peculiar destiny has removed the cover beneath which we hide our own madness. They are like... thin-skinned insects whose visible play of muscles seem to make them deformed, though in fact, everything soon turns to its normal shape again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief... Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile;... But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The book borrower of real stature whom we envisage here proves himself to be an inveterate collector of books not so much by the f...ervor with which he guards his borrowed treasures and by the deaf ear which he turns to all reminders from the everyday world of legality as by his failure to read these books.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A country grows in history not only because of the heroism of its troops on the field of battle, it grows also when it turns to ju...stice and to right for the conservation of its interests.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, And a good deed that calls itself by tender names beco...mes the parent to a curse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »