The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capaci...ty, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his dwelling! I would lay my case before him, and fill my mouth ...with arguments. I would learn what he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me. Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No; but he would give heed to me. There an upright person could reason with him, and I should be acquitted forever by my judge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I shall come out like gold. My foot has held fast to his steps; I have ke...pt his way and have not turned aside. I have not departed from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured in my bosom the words of his mouth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn sw...ords. Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the en...emy and the avenger.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black ...as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Miss Dudley ... gives one the idea of a lightly-sparred yacht in mid- ocean; unexpected; you ask yourself what the devil she is d...oing there. She sails gaily along, though there is no land in sight and plenty of rough weather coming. She never read a book, I believe, in her life. She tries to paint, but she is only a second-rate amateur and will never be any thing more, though she has done one or two things which I give you my word I would like to have done myself. She picks up all she knows without an effort and knows nothing well, yet she seems to understand whatever is said. Her mind is as irregular as her face, and both have the same peculiarity. I notice that the lines of her eyebrows, nose and mouth all end with a slight upward curve like a yacht's sails, which gives a kind of hopefulness and self-confidence to her expression. Mind and face have the same curves."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »