Stone walls do not a prison make,Nor iron bars a cage.
Richard Lovelace.
“Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjo...”
“I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.”
“If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.”
“I could not love thee dear so much Loved I not honor more.”
“I could not love thee dear so much Loved I not honour more.”
“Stone walls do not a prison make Nor iron bars a cage Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage.”
“Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.”
“In his opinion, working was vastly overrated. Particularly as a way to build character, for everyone who engaged in it was far too snappish and fussy, and seemed to have no manners at all.”
“There was a sergeant at a desk. I knew he was a sergeant because I recognized the marks on his uniform, and I knew it was a desk because it's always a desk. There's always someone at a desk, except...”
“He owe his wife a debt he couldn't hope to pay with any coin save one: open the cage and let the bird fly.”
“He said it was as if Tommy had produced a key which fit a cage in the back of his mind, a cage like his own cell. Only instead of holding a man, that cage held a tiger, and that tiger's name was Ho...”
“After that day, I discovered one indelible truth. I discovered that love wasnt everything that mattered in life. It was an emotion that not many had the luxury of feeling without any pain attached ...”
“We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it.”
“Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion”
“All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar them outThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.I lock my door upon myself,And bar them out; but who shall wallSelf from myself, most loathed of all?If I...”
