15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The Prophet
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself—how can what comes through you never truly belong to you?
Kahlil GibranThe Prophet
Religion is not only deeds and thought but the surprise that springs in the soul while hands work—where do you find that wonder?
Kahlil GibranThe Prophet
Children's laughter reached my silence like running streams—what keeps their song alive when we grow still?
Kahlil GibranThe Yellow Wallpaper
I peeled off the paper; the pattern seems to enjoy it—strangled heads and bulbous eyes shriek with derision.
Gilman, Charlotte PerkinsThe Prophet
In the dew of little things your heart finds morning—what do your words do to that dawn?
Kahlil GibranThe Prophet
To judge yourself by failure is to blame the seasons—can you force the ocean's tide?
Kahlil GibranWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
A sunlit chip‑pile became an Austerlitz of ants — what makes tiny fighters match human ferocity?
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
I was not born to be forced — why surrender your conscience to a machine that rules by strength?
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
The village is a great news‑room where men sit like prairie dogs, running the social gantlet of gossip.
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
The iron horse snorts like thunder, steam unfurling like a banner—what if that force served noble ends instead of vanity?
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
I met my yearly needs with six weeks' labor—so why do so many spend decades chasing a 'good business'?
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
A faint jerk on the midnight line can yank you from cosmogony into a wriggling fish—what links your vast thoughts back to the pond?
Thoreau, Henry DavidWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
You are sculpting a temple with your flesh—nobleness refines your face; meanness imbrutes it—what god are you building for?
Thoreau, Henry DavidThe Odyssey
He rolled the stone away as if clapping a quiver's lid, then ate two of my men—could I find a way to take revenge?
HomerThe Odyssey
Tell us where you've wandered—and why the sight of the Danaans' homecoming pains you so.
Homer