A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd, Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.
There are paths and ruts in the spirit world as there are in the physical and mental world. One must take the tools of the spirit world and make one'… - Tom Brown, Jr.
There are paths and ruts in the spirit world as there are in the physical and mental world. One must take the tools of the spirit world and make one'…
- Tom Brown, Jr.
If today I had a young mind to direct, to start on the journey of life, and I was faced with the duty of choosing between the natural way of my foref… - Tom Brown, Jr.
If today I had a young mind to direct, to start on the journey of life, and I was faced with the duty of choosing between the natural way of my foref…
We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow, and courage from the jay, who will attack an owl ten times its … - Tom Brown, Jr.
We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow, and courage from the jay, who will attack an owl ten times its …
This earth is a garden, this life a banquet, and it's time we realized that it was given to all life, animal and man, to enjoy. - Tom Brown, Jr.
This earth is a garden, this life a banquet, and it's time we realized that it was given to all life, animal and man, to enjoy.
The first track is the end of a string. At the far end, a being is moving; a mystery, dropping a hint about itself every so many feet, telling you m… - Tom Brown, Jr.
The first track is the end of a string. At the far end, a being is moving; a mystery, dropping a hint about itself every so many feet, telling you m…
I don't see how anybody could have a passion for nature without having an equally developed tolerance for the cold. - Tom Brown, Jr.
I don't see how anybody could have a passion for nature without having an equally developed tolerance for the cold.
Complacency makes one as guilty as those who destroy the Earth. - Tom Brown, Jr.
Complacency makes one as guilty as those who destroy the Earth.
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortal… - Tom Brown, Jr.
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortal…
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends. - Tom Brown, Jr.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
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