This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Emanuel Swedenborg, born Emanujel Swedberg
Angels from the Lord lead and protect us every moment and every moment of every moment.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.
Ellen Glasgow, fully Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.
She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — the Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — the stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, and Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — of Ground, or Air, or Ought — a Wooden way regardless grown, a Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead —Remembered, if outlived, as Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —
Fear |
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Pain - has an Element of Blank. It cannot recollect when it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain its Past - enlightened to perceive new Periods - of Pain.
Truth |
A silence fell at the mention of Gavard. They all looked at each other cautiously. As they were all rather short of breath by this time, it was the camembert they could smell. This cheese, with its gamy odour, had overpowered the milder smells of the marolles and the limbourg; its power was remarkable. Every now and then, however, a slight whiff, a flute-like note, came from the parmesan, while the bries came into play with their soft, musty smell, the gentle sound, so to speak, of a damp tambourine. The livarot launched into an overwhelming reprise, and the géromé kept up the symphony with a sustained high note.
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
How happy is the little stone that rambles in the road alone, and doesn't care about careers, and exigencies never fears; whose coat of elemental brown a passing universe put on; and independent as the sun, associates or glows alone, fulfilling absolute decree in casual simplicity.
Hope | Simplicity | Work | Happiness |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart, but really with it, and in it.
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
You think my gait 'spasmodic' - I am in danger - Sir - You think me 'uncontrolled' - I have no Tribunal.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I trust not to thy phantom bliss, yet, still, in evening's quiet hour, with never-failing thankfulness, I welcome thee, Benignant Power; sure solacer of human cares, and sweeter hope, when hope despairs!
Think |