“Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.” LyingPassionMemoriesFeetTalentGeniusGratitudeMereDryUp And DownBosomsUngratefulSwept AwayDry Leaves Book:Imaginary Conversations: Dialogues of literary men. Dialogues of famous women. Miscellaneous dialogues Source: Imaginary Conversations: Dialogues of literary men. Dialogues of famous women. Miscellaneous dialogues
“Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.” YearsHumansLyingGrowsWaterTreeMereBonesCirclesDryFortyBiologyEnginesResurrectionBricksFurBarkBack AgainSlothMossSlateArcticDormantSnailVaultsSoakingTropicsRoofing Book:The Signature of All Things Source: The Signature of All Things