How can I protect something so perfect without evil.
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
The historical religions have the tendency to become ends in themselves, and, as it were, to put themselves in God's place, and, in fact, there is nothing that is so apt to obscure God's face as a religion.
Given our examination of the behavior of our police forces at this moment the question of protection has an extra resonance, yes?
If someone's lying about something small, you don't know what else they're lying about. I'm a big girl, I can handle the truth - even if it's not good news.
I'm never going to be with a guy that can't deal with my friendship with him.