“The spoken discourse may roll on strongly as the great tidal wave; but, like the wave, it dies at last feebly on the sands. It is heard by few, remembered by still fewer, and fades away, like an echo in the mountains, leaving no token of power. It is the written human speech, that gave power and permanence to human thought.” WritingHumansMayStillsLastsDiesWrittenHeardMountainSpeechLeavingWaveRememberedSandFewerFadesEchoesDiscoursePermanenceFade AwayTokensHuman ThoughtTidal Waves Author:Albert Pike
“London is like a dream come true. As I ramble through it I am haunted by the curious feeling of something half-forgotten, but still dimly remembered, like a reminiscence of some previous state of existence. It is at once familiar and strange.” StillsStatesFeelingsDreamExistenceHalfStrangeForgottenLondonFamiliarCuriousRememberedDreams Come True Book:Preaching in London: A Diary of Anglo-American Friendship Source: Preaching in London: A Diary of Anglo-American Friendship
“I think continually of those who were truly great . Who, from the womb, remembered the soul 's history Through corridors of light where the hours are suns , Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire , Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song .” ThinkingShouldStillsSoulLightSpiritSongHoursSunFireFeetAmbitionSingingLipsLovelyEndlessRememberedTouchedWombCorridors Book:Selected Poems of Stephen Spender Source: Selected Poems of Stephen Spender