This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
For where'er the sun does shine, and where'er the rain does fall, babe can never hunger there, nor poverty the mind appall.
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This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.
Forgive the song that falls so low, beneath the gratitude I owe.
Wilkie Collins, fully William Wilkie Collins
Only give a woman love, and there is nothing she will not venture, suffer, and do.
Body | Day | Gold | Hate | Inevitable | Law | Love | Revelation | World |
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand… Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, but I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, he ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
Its massive height near the City of Heaven joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. Clouds, when I look back, close behind me, mists, when I enter them, are gone. A central peak divides the wilds and weather into many valleys... Needing a place to spend the night, I call to a wood-cutter over the river.
Day | Devotion | Doubt | Gold | Happy | Life | Life | Man | Purpose | Purpose | Will | Wise |
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head.
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W. C. Fields, stage name for William Claude Dukenfield
Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.
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A feme may come, leaf-green, whose coming may give revel beyond revelries of sleep, yes, and the blackbird spread its tail, so that the sun may speckle, while it creaks hail.
We do not prove the existence of the poem. It is something seen and known in lesser poems. It is the huge, high harmony that sounds a little and a little, suddenly, by means of a separate sense. It is and it is not and, therefore, is.
Vladimir Lenin, fully Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
We need the real, nation-wide terror which reinvigorates the country and through which the Great French Revolution achieved glory.
Better | Bourgeoisie | Brutality | Church | Gold | Government | Haste | Lesson | Means | Order | People | Principles | Property | Sense | Struggle | Sympathy | Wealth | Will | Work | Government | Think |