“For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.” TreeBloodFlowerDullPoetry IsBudScarlet Author:Osbert Sitwell
“Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.” LittlesUseAgeFacesNightLeftMemoriesBloodMinesEarsWinterSnowDullLampsDeafConsumingFadingSapDeaf Ears Book:The Comedy of Errors Source: The Comedy of Errors
“Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.” LongHas BeensMomentsWisdomPainFormPleasureBloodObjectsLong TimeLaborEssenceDullMelancholyCheerful Book:Essays Source: Essays
“When ever the light of civilization faces upon you with a blighting power...go to the wilderness...Dull business routine, the fierce passions of the marketplace, the perils of envious cities became but a memory...The wilderness will take hold of you. It will give you good red blood; it will turn you from a weakling into a man...You will soon behold all with a peaceful soul.” MenGivingSoulLightFacesTurnsPassionMemoriesCitiesBloodCivilizationRedPeacefulDullWildernessRoutineFiercePerilMarketplaceEnvious Author:Estwick Evans