Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; But make it hot by striking.
William Butler Yeats Quotes
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
Similar Quotes
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind i... - Virginia Woolf
I give myself to adjectives body and soul, I die with pleasure for them. - Violette Leduc
Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. - Georg Hermes
My soul’s a trampled duelling ground where Sade, the gallant marquis, fences for his lif... - Edgell Rickword
Go straight for souls, and go for the worst. - William Booth
