Aristophanes, Thesmophoriazusae ("Festival Time") (410 BC), line 530
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day and wish 't were done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
Stony seaboard, far and foreign, Stony hills poured over space, Stony outcrop of the Burren, Stones in every fertile place, Little fields with boulders dotted, Grey-stone shoulders saffron-spotted, Stone-walled cabins thatched with reeds, Where a Stone Age people breeds The last of Europe's stone age race.
John Betjeman, "Ireland with Emily", in New Bats in Old Belfries (1945)
What I saw in Barcelona – Gaudí – was the work of such strength, such faith, of an extraordinary technical capacity, manifested during a whole life of genius; of a man who carved the stones before his eyes in well thought out pattern. Gaudí is the ‘builder’ of the turn of the century, a man adept with stone, iron and brick. His glory is seen today in his country. Gaudí was a great artist; only those who move the sensitive hearts of gentle people remain. But they are mistreated in the course of their lives, misunderstood or accused of sin toward the mode of the day. Architecture’s significance is shown when there dominates evidence of lofty intentions that triumph over all the problems in the line of fire (structure, economy, technique, utility). Thanks to interior preparation, architecture is the fruit of character – just that, a manifestation of character.
Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces. Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshingfloors; and the wind carried them away, that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.
All available stones... possessed sacred, eternal qualities. ...[A]ll living things perish ...the imposing rocks and cliffs stood eternally. ...[S]tone was symbolic of the eternal realm. ...[S]tone materials were devoted exclusively to religious monuments and sacred funerary paraphernalia. ...intended to survive for eternity.
How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Bob Dylan, "Like a Rolling Stone", in Highway 61 Revisited (1965)
The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.
I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
Robert Frost, "Mending Wall", in North of Boston (1914)
Life is mostly froth and bubble; Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own.
Adam Lindsay Gordon, "Finis Exoptatus (A metaphysical Song)" (24 November 1866), Fytte 8 of Ye Wearie Wayfarer: Hys Ballad in Eight Fyttes, as published in Sea Spray and Smoke Drift (1867)
Variant: Many quoters, including Bartlett's Familiar Quotations (1919), have "in our own" instead of "in your own."
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor ever shall be.
Joseph Hall, Contemplations, Book VI, Contemplation I: "The Veil of Moses" (17th century)
Oh! que no suis-je de pierre comme toi!
Oh, why am I not of stone, like you?
Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1831), book 9, chapter 4
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Samuel Johnson, 6 August 1763, response to James Boswell's statement that they could not refute George Berkeley's theory of the nonexistence of matter. James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson (1791), Vol 1, p. 134
With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Masque of Pandora (1875), Part V, "The House of Epimetheus", Chorus of the Eumenides
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage.