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Lydia M Child
There was a...
There was a time when all these things would have passed me by, like the flitting figures of a theatre, sufficient for...
Every human being...
Every human being has, like Socrates, an attendant spirit; and wise are they who obey its signals. If it does not...
The eye of...
The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural language is pathos.
That man's best...
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that...
Every man deems...
Every man deems that he has precisely the trials and temptations which are the hardest of all others for him to bear;...
There was a...
There was a time when all these things would have passed me by, like the flitting figures of a theatre, sufficient for...
Every human being...
Every human being has, like Socrates, an attendant spirit; and wise are they who obey its signals. If it does not...
The eye of...
The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural language is pathos.
That man's best...
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that...
Every man deems...
Every man deems that he has precisely the trials and temptations which are the hardest of all others for him to bear;...