"When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?" O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the he...avenly host crying "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"What," it will be questioned, "When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?" O no, no, I see a...n innumerable company of the heavenly host crying "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... so long as woman sat with bandaged eyes and manacled hands, fast bound in the clamps of ignorance and inaction, the world of t...hought moved in its orbit like the revolutions of the moon; with one face (the man's face) always out, so that the spectator could not distinguish whether it was disc or sphere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man can be a hero if he is a scientist, or a soldier, or a drug addict, or a disc jockey, or a crummy mediocre politician. A man... can be a hero because he suffers and despairs; or because he thinks logically and analytically; or because he is "sensitive;" or because he is cruel. Wealth establishes a man as a hero, and so does poverty. Virtually any circumstance in a man's life will make him a hero to some group of people and has a mythic rendering in the culture--in literature, art, theater, or the daily newspapers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in t...he memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have not had major experience of talking with people once pronounced brain-dead, but I think we could be safe in saying he did n...ot have great zip.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning... Flies on the shafted disc, declaims the morning And tells the windy weather in the cock.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »