Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.
Charles MackayAn arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
Charles MackayTell me, ye wingรจd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?
Charles MackayWater is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
Charles Mackay