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The spicy sweet fragrance of the large full blooms, which rambled over the side and top of an arched metal framework, we — Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
There is always stardust in my eyes when I look at you, my love. — Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing. — George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, — Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
Baudelaire writes: In certain almost supernatural inner states, the depth of life is entirely revealed in the spectacle, — Gaston Bachelard
...we have no right to decide off-hand that it is an unnatural pleasure to eat sawdust. A man might be constituted so th — Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend
Momma was with the pony last night. Lily and me have him in the mornings, and we give him a wash with the shammy cloths — Kirsty Logan, The Rental Heart and Other Fairytales
As I’ve said before, “the Mod generation”, contrary to popular belief, was not born in even 1958, but in the 1920s after — Ruadhán J. McElroy
One thus gets an impression that civilization is something which was imposed on a resisting majority by a minority which — Sigmund Freud, The Future of an Illusion
The late 1920s were an age of islands, real and metaphorical. They were an age when Americans by thousands and tens of t — Malcolm Cowley, Exile's Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s
Son, it’s easy tae be guid oan a fu’ belly. It’s when a man’s goat two bites an’ wan o’ them he’ll share, ye ken whit he — William McIlvanney, Docherty
And allow me again to assure you that when you've got yourself going, doing your True Will, you won't find you have any — Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend
Almost immediately after jazz musicians arrived in Paris, they began to gather in two of the city’s most important creat — Jeffrey H. Jackson, Making Jazz French: Music and Modern Life in Interwar Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris