there is nothing sorer to the spirit than falling below what one's lover thinks of one.
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.
To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
Some syllables are swords.
Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.
Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
To combat the confusion and depression that assault me when I come off the road in the middle of a tour, I seek the most oblivionated music possible. When it's the 'way out there' that I seek, I go right to my stash of amazing music from Japan.
What I am interested in with birds, just as I am with spiders or monkeys, is what they do and why they do it.
The point is that whatever one is trying to learn, it is necessary to have firsthand experience, rather than learning from books or from teachers or by merely conforming to an already established pattern.