The Hottentots subsist a long time on nothing but a little gum; they also, when hungry, tie a ligature around their bodies.
Cannot I do so, too?
The hedges furnish blackberries and nuts, and the fields, turnips; a hayrick will make an excellent bed." The poor deaf boy with a drunken father, who was thought capable of nothing better than making shoes as a pauper, became one of the greatest Biblical scholars in the world.

His first book was written in the workhouse.
Creon was a Greek slave, as a writer tells the story in Kate Field's "Washington," but he was also a slave of the Genius of Art.

Beauty was his god, and he worshiped it with rapt adoration.

It was after the repulse of the great Persian invader, and a law was in force that under penalty of death no one should espouse art except freemen.

When the law was enacted he was engaged upon a group for which he hoped some day to receive the commendation of Phidias, the greatest sculptor living, and even the praise of Pericles.
What was to be done?
Into the marble block before him Creon had put his head, his heart, his soul, his life.