It's what I've learned over the years that has pushed me beyond limits.
Content's a kingdom, and I wear that crown.
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
Nothing is impossible to the willing heart.
Death when to death a death by death hath given Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven. [Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses). ]
Then marriage may be said to be past in all quietnesse, when the wife is blind, and the husband deafe.
That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.
To saints their very slumber is a prayer.
Even if you're frustrated, how do you express yourself? There's no subculture like back in the day.
I sometimes imagine a great writer as a sort of God-surrogate: the writer is doing his or her human-best to emulate what God might think of is, if God was inclined to observe some human beings and present their activities in the form of a narrative.
The person who finds peace inside and lives it, is the one who teaches what true peace is.