“A continent ages quickly once we come. The natives live in harmony with it. But the foreigner destroys, cuts down the trees, drains the water, so that the water supply is altered, and in a short time the soil, once the sod is turned under, is cropped out and, next, it starts to blow away as it has blown away in every old country and as I had seen it start to blow in Canada. The earth gets tired of being exploited.” CountryAgeEarthNextWaterCuttingTreeLandHarmonyTiredBlowSoilCanadaContinentsForeignersAlteredDrainsShort TimeBlown AwaySod Book:The Hemingway Collection Source: The Hemingway Collection
“The most beautiful conception of immortality of which I know, and certainly one that by contrast shows the utter vulgarity of Christian ideas, is set forth in Pindar's second Olympian: after three or six lives in which a man has lived with strict justice and perfect integrity, he passes beyond the tower of Cronus to the fair realm that cannot be reached by land or sea, where gentle breezes from a placid ocean blow forever on the fields of asphodel. For a description, see Pindar. If the beauty of great poetry can commend a religion, here you have it.” IfsKnowsMenIdeasShowsChristianBeautifulThreeJusticePerfectForeverSeaLandFieldsIntegrityOceanSixFairsBlowGentleImmortalityRealmsDescriptionConceptionContrastTowersStrictBreezeVulgarityGreat PoetOlympianGreat PoetryPlacid Author:Revilo P. Oliver
“The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.” KnowsDoeStillsHomeSleepSeaLandWindTomorrowFutureSkinsTradeWaveBlowBoatHanging OutFogFloatsFoldsSleeping In Book:Anne Sexton: A Self-portrait in Letters Source: Anne Sexton: A Self-portrait in Letters
“Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honor from thy suffering; [that not know'st Fools do those villains pity who are punished Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land, With plumed helm thy state begins to threat, Whilst thou, a moral fool, sits still and cries 'Alack, why does he so?']” KnowsMenDoeStillsStatesDoneEyeSufferingMoralLandCryFoolBearsHonorThreatBlowSpreadPityFranceMilkVillainCowardiceCheeksMischiefBrowsBannerDiscerningHelm Author:William Shakespeare
“The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's a home.” MenMayHomeLyingSeaLandBirdBraveryBraveDepthFishesBlowBreezeBrave Man Author:Ovid