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.
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our comprehension. - Tom Brown, Jr.
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our comprehension.
- 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… - 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…
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'…
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.
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.
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…
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.
We walk ourselves into ruts so deep we cannot see over them. - Tom Brown, Jr.
We walk ourselves into ruts so deep we cannot see over them.
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