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 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring o

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..

Charles Dickens, from A Tale of Two Cities, 11 x 14 inches, $195

 We Were Together. I forget the rest.  Walt Whitman, 10 x 17”, $130

We Were Together. I forget the rest.

Walt Whitman, 10 x 17”, $130

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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost., from The Road not Taken

 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring o

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.

Charles Dickens, from A Tale of Two Cities, 11 x 14 inches, $125

 Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.  J. K. Rowling, The Sorcerer’s Stone, 8 x 11 inches, $90

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

J. K. Rowling, The Sorcerer’s Stone, 8 x 11 inches, $90

 This above all: To thine own self be true,  And it must follow, as the night the day,  Thou canst not then be false to any man.   Hamlet  (I/2), 11 x 14 inches , $115

This above all: To thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Hamlet (I/2), 11 x 14 inches , $115

 The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.  Albert Einstein, 10 x 17 inches, $110

The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.

Albert Einstein, 10 x 17 inches, $110

 Hey Jude, you’re looking for someone to perform with. And don’t you know that it’s just you? Hey Jude, you’ll do. The movement you need is on your shoulder.  Paul McCartney and John Lennon, 11 x 14 inches, $145

Hey Jude, you’re looking for someone to perform with. And don’t you know that it’s just you? Hey Jude, you’ll do. The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Paul McCartney and John Lennon, 11 x 14 inches, $145

 The Fact that Earth is Heaven,  Whether Heaven is Heaven or not Is not an Affidavit  Of that specific Spot –  Not only must confirm us  That it is not for us - But that it would affront us To dwell in such a place -  Emily Dickinson, 14 x 18 inches,

The Fact that Earth is Heaven,
Whether Heaven is Heaven or not
Is not an Affidavit
Of that specific Spot –

Not only must confirm us
That it is not for us -
But that it would affront us
To dwell in such a place -

Emily Dickinson, 14 x 18 inches, $135

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of being and ideal grace. / I love thee to the level of every day’s / Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. / I love thee freely, as men strive for right. / I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. / I love thee with the passion put to use / In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. / I love thee with a love I seemed to lose / With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, / Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, / shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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