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Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers

Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.

Charles Dickens (2016). “Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more”, p.3653, e-artnow

As before the collapse, the setting sun brushed the tiles, brought out the warm brown glow on the wallpaper, and hung the shadow of the birch on the wall as if it were a woman's scarf.

Roger Martin du Gard, Boris Leonidovich Pasternak, Gabriela Mistral (1971). “Roger Martin du Gard: Gabriela Mistral ; Boris Pasternak”

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman (2010). “English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)”, p.1039, Cosimo, Inc.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

Alexander Pope (1867). “Poetical Works, with Life of the Author and Notes”, p.103

If we build more windows and fewer walls, we will have more friends.

Alan Loy McGinnis (2003). “The Friendship Factor: How to Get Closer to the People You Care for”, p.26, Augsburg Books

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

W. C. Fields (2016). “W.C. Fields by Himself: His Intended Autobiography with Hitherto Unpublished Letters, Notes, Scripts, and Articles”, p.152, Rowman & Littlefield

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

H. R. Graetz, Vincent van Gogh (1963). “The Symbolic Language of Vincent Van Gogh”, London, Hudson

Those who build walls are their own prisoners.

Ursula K. LeGuin (2015). “The Dispossessed”, p.143, Hachette UK