Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—" At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous eyes. "Those revolting creatures are always getting themse...
In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - and airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the phantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos. Yet her features were ...
Who wants to see the Future, who ever does? A man can face the Past, but to think - the pillars crumbled, you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?" The Martian was silent, but then he looked ahea...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like eyes in the look of a dog, like a square of wax, like a fire taking city hall, the county, the continent, like fire taking the hair of maidens and monsters; and hawks buzzing...
Every moment a beginning. Every moment an end.
Not only strike while the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.
Literature is about as unnecessarily necessarily as tableware or ironed shirts.
Building capacity dissolves differences. It irons out inequalities.
monotony kills the heart. Ironically, monotony is what keeps the heart working.
Ever notice how irons have a setting for permanent press? I don't get it.
It's kind of ironic that if I get my Ph.D., I'll be a real doctor.
Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold.
I love food shows: Anthony Bourdain, Iron Chef, Chopped, you name it.
I eat a variety of foods like vegetables, fruit and beef for protein and iron.
For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.
No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.
A great mentor works on your character to be as strong as iron.
However, ironically, I was baptized Presbyterian, and went to a Quaker school for twelve years.
In 1854 I took out a patent for puddling iron by means of steam.
