Cotton is King; or, Slavery in the Light of Political Economy.
"O Goddess born! escape by timely flight, the Flames and horrors of this fatal night. The Foes already have possess'd the Wall. Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall." -Hector's Ghost
As the dagger pierces the optic nerve, blinding light is seen not to be the monopoly of the sun. That dagger continues to pierce, and it will never be blunted.
..the people of Tudor England, like the modern Irish, were great talkers. One imagines their speech as rapid, bubbling, both earthily exact and carelessly malapropistic. It was perhaps a McLuhanesque medium, itself its own message and it exhibited the essential function of language - to maintain social contact in the dark.... Speech, when you come to think of it, is not a very exact medium: it is full of stumblings and apologies for not finding the right word; it has to be helped out with animal grunts and the gestures which, one is convinced, represent man's primal mode of communication. Take speech as a flickering auditory candle, and the mere act of maintaining its light becomes enough. Tales, gossip, riddles, word-play pass the time in the dark, and out of these - not out of the need to recount facts or state a case - springs literature.
I have had a lifelong difficulty in accepting physical laws. Aeroplanes fly, and I have read all the books which explain aerodynamics, but, flying, I have sometimes been fearful of the sudden exposure of the science of flight as untenable and, with a kind of satisfaction, of hearing the pilot announce that we were falling.
One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going
What we made out of light the light would not have. So we hollowed out a grave where light has forever set
There is truly evil lying coiled in good; did not God create Lucifer and forknow the colour and heat of the light he was to bear?
In either fire or ocean only rest lay. When the point of light could grow and renew the known globe of air
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of daylight
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of the daylight
I can't afford affairs. I mean, affairs begin with dinner and wine and candlelight to continue in commodious apartments. I live in one room and sleep in the smell of the gasring cooker
I can't afford affairs. I mean, affairs begin with dinner and wine and candlelight to continue in commodious apartments. I live in one room and sleep in the smell of gasring cookery
Love is great and the professing of love is not done lightly
Is it not a pleasure to learn and to repeat or practice from time to time what has been learned? Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar? Is one not a superior man if he does not feel hurt even though he does not feel recognized?
But even your best love is only an enraptured simile and a painful ardour. It is a torch to light you to loftier paths
acquaintance: a person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to. A degree of friendship called slight when its object is poor or obscure, and intimate when he is rich or famous.
How many weeks are there in a light year?
In the end, the poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see--and what we see is life.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
We must bring no Twilight
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden on it to anyone else.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
Education is not filling a bucket but lighting a fire.
He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.