Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger
about the spot where once stood a homestead, read more
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger
about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is
now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown
cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that
are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.
Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter read more
Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?
Dr. Johnson's morality was as English an article as a beefsteak.
Dr. Johnson's morality was as English an article as a beefsteak.
