Oliver Wendell Holmes

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe.

We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe.

The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the read more

The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it will contract.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtaxed.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtaxed.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.