15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Shakespeare's Sonnets
Minutes batter us like waves on a pebbled shore; if nothing stands against Time's scythe, why trust verse to endure?
William ShakespeareThe Prophet
Much of your pain is self-chosen—could the bitter potion you sip be the healer within?
Kahlil GibranWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
A lake like molten glass—so smooth you imagine walking beneath it; what do the dimpling circles hide?
Thoreau, Henry DavidThe Prophet
Don’t claim you’ve found THE truth—say you met a truth on your path; how would that loosen your certainty?
Kahlil GibranThe Prophet
I have been among you like a lake that mirrors peaks and wandering flocks—what would your reflection reveal?
Kahlil GibranWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
That government is best which governs not at all—when, if ever, will men be prepared for it?
Thoreau, Henry DavidThe Prophet
Something is moving inside you right now—will you let it speak of love?
Kahlil GibranThe Divine Comedy
Children snatched by Death's teeth—where, then, is innocence spared from our human sin?
Dante AlighieriWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
Walden is a mirror no storm can crack—sky water whose quicksilver never wears off.
Thoreau, Henry DavidEssays — First Series
Insist on yourself—no borrowed talent can gather the cumulative force of your life; what part of you waits to be revealed?
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe Prophet
A boundless self lives inside you that makes longing seem small—what will you answer to it?
Kahlil GibranEssays — First Series
If all history can live in one mind, what private hour of yours explains a whole century?
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe Prophet
If you make ethics a cage, you may silence your own song—what is your song trying to say?
Kahlil GibranCrime and Punishment
Forget me—he begs them to abandon him before he can drag them down into whatever is destroying him.
Dostoyevsky, FyodorCrime and Punishment
He convinces himself he killed a principle, not a woman—and then turns that logic into savage self-loathing.
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor