Do pleasant things yourself, but unpleasant things through others.
We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
Socialists cannot achieve their great aim without fighting against all oppression of nations.
I like to walk around my neighborhood, late in the afternoon. I sometimes wind up at the wonderful, old Shell station that's been changed into a coffee shop. Right where Johnny used to change my oil, I have a latte and take out my little book bag. It doesn't sound very austere.
I've enjoyed much success. The IRS is always at my door, constantly.
I'd like to promote lots of things. I'd like to promote elimination of drug prohibition. I'd like to promote parental choice in education through vouchers. Those are two things I think are very urgent and important. They're both more important than the harm which Social Security will do.