A Quote by Isaac McLellan

The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb. — © Isaac McLellan
The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.
If an urn lacks the characteristics of an urn, how can we call it an urn?
I am a tomb robber who is robbing my own tomb. Things from my tomb are exhibited under the radiant sun. Every time it happens I feel crude.
As the pearl ripens in the obscurity of its shell, so ripens in the tomb all the fame that is truly precious.
Whatever pearl you seek, look for the pearl within the pearl!
One evening, when I was yet in my nurse's arms, I wanted to touch the tea urn, which was boiling merrily ... My nurse would have taken me away from the urn, but my mother said "Let him touch it." So I touched it - and that was my first lesson in the meaning of liberty.
I think the singer in Pearl Jam should eat some Pearl Jam! He cannot sing to save his life! And the guitar player needs to seek help.
I still rate the bit in the first 'Tomb Raider' where the T Rex comes round the end of the valley and roars as one of the most awesome gaming experiences, and I still adore 'Tomb Raider' for putting that in my life.
For truth is precious and divine, too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
The term 'epitaph' itself means 'something to be spoken at a burial or engraved upon a tomb.' When an epitaph is a poem written for a tomb, and appears in a book, we are aware that we are not reading it in its proper form: we are reading a reproduction. The original of the epitaph is the tomb itself, with its words cut into the stone.
Catholicism is the tomb of intelligence, of thought, of brain; Protestantism, the tomb of conscience, of feeling, of heart.
Catfish's mild taste adapts well to a wide array of flavors, especially strong assertive ones, which is why you used to see it 'blackened' Cajun style on so many restaurant menus - a trick which soon became a tired cliche.
My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.
A pearl goes up for auction. No one has enough, so the pearl buys itself.
Montreal, this wonderful town… Pearl of Canada, Pearl of the world.
It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.
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