If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
Brother to a Prince and fellow to a beggar if he be found worthy.
And the first rude sketch that the world has seenwas joy to his mighty heart,Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, It's pretty, but is it art?
All we have of freedomAll we use or know
What is a woman that you forsake her
We be of one blood, ye and I
These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?
The tumalt and shouting dies,The captains and the kings depart.Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,An humble and a contrite heat.
The meaning of my star is war.
Mad! Quite mad!' said Stalky to the visitors, as one exhibiting strange beasts. 'Beetle reads an ass called Brownin', and M'Turk reads an ass called Ruskin; and-' 'Ruskin isn't an ass,' said M'Turk. '...
It is not a good fancy,' said the llama. 'What profit to kill men?'Very little - as I know; but if evil men were not now and then slain it would not be a good world for weaponless dreamers.
I have seen something of this world, she said over the trays, and there are but two sorts of women in it-- those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and...
Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.
A Ripple SongOnce a ripple came to landIn the sunset burning-Lapped against a maiden's hand, By the ford returning.Dainty foot and gentle breast-Here, across, be glad and rest.Maiden, wait, the ripple...
Nations have passed away and left no traces And history gives the naked cause of it - One single simple reason in all cases They fell because their peoples were not fit.
If I want a crown I must go and hunt it for myself.
Well-meanin' man. Did it all for the best. Stalky curled gracefully round the stair-rail. Head in a drain-pipe. Full confession in the left boot.
To each his own fear';
Tiger! Tiger! What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride...
The wheel of the world swings through the same phases again and again.