Marvin Bell always looked very closely at how lines could break, how you could put over one line into the second line. How you could stop the line two or three times within the line: You could make it stop.
Were I a cloud I’d gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
We’re losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet’s health and our own.
In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be unfaithful to him as often as they like, but he must never, never be unfaithful to them.
If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment: ‘Thou shalt not ration justice.’
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.