“A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses”
John Milton
“The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom.”
Charles Dickens
“Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?”
John Keats
“Restless thoughts, like a deadly swarm of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, but rush upon me thronging.”
“My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain”
William Shakespeare
“O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise!”
Charles Wesley
“The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.”
Buddha
