There will be an answer. Let it be.
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
We can't afford the wrath of Heaven. We survived a deluge by the skin of our teeth, but an economic crisis would be disastrous.
Focus on what's ahead. Use what is behind.
Whoever desires is always poor.
The mind is a finer body, and resumes its functions of feeding, digesting, absorbing, excluding, and generating, in a new and ethereal element. Here, in the brain, is all the process of alimentation repeated, in the acquiring, comparing, digesting, and assimilating of experience. Here again is the mystery of generation repeated.