The insolence of wealth will creep out.
When the blandishments of life are gone, the coward creeps to death – the brave lives on.
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And […]
Serial, n. A literary work, usually a story that is not true, creeping through several issues of a newspaper or magazine.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.