Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.
The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
It takes our government an awful lot of time to do most things competently, and that's part of the problem here.
I was asked why I did not give a rod with which to fish, in the hands of the poor, rather than give the fish itself as this makes them remain poor. So I told them: The people whom we pick up are not able to stand with a rod. So today I will give them fish and when they are able to stand, then I shall send them to you and you can give them the rod. That is your job. Let me do my work today.
Not only the people of Nepal but also those who believe in the power of democracy are looking at Nepal and this assembly.
I've always said, the harder the golf course, the better I play.