If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the >>
All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its >>
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. >>
Half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies. >>
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water >>
When the Somalians were merely another hungry third world people, we s >>
There was no corn -- in the wide market-place all loathliest things, even human flesh, was sold; They weighed it in small scales -- and many a face was fixed in eager horror then; his gold the miser brought; the tender maid, grown bold through hunger, bared her scorned charms in vain.