I feel like a white granular mass of amorphous crystals--my formula appears to be isomeric with Spasmotoxin. My aurochloride preci...pitates into beautiful prismatic needles. My Platinochloride develops octohedron crystals,--with a fine blue florescence. My physiological action is not indifferent. One millionth of a grain injected under the skin of a frog produced instantaneous death accompanied by an orange blossom odor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Stir of time, the sequence returning upon itself, branching... a new way. To suffer, pains, hope. The attention lives in it as a poem lives or a song going under the skin of memory.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you have wit, use it to please, and not to hurt; you may shine, like the sun in the temperature zones, without scorching. Here ...it is wished for; under the Line it is dreaded.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For, truly speaking, whoever provokes me to a good act or thought has given me a pledge of his fidelity to virtue,--he has come un...der the bonds to adhere to that cause to which we are jointly attached.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In states of perplexity men will rub their chins with their hand, or tug at the lobes of their ears, or rub their foreheads or che...eks or back of the neck. Women have very different gestures in such states. They will either put a finger on their lower front teeth with the mouth slightly open or pose a finger under the chin. Other masculine gestures in states of perplexity are: rubbing one's nose, placing the flexed fingers over the mouth, rubbing the side of the neck, rubbing the infraorbital part of the face, rubbing the closed eyes, and picking the nose. These are all masculine gestures; so is rubbing the back of the hand or the front of the thigh, and pursing of the lips.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
An old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between h...is brows.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Because of something told under the famished horn Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,... To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay, Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »