All new beginnings require that you unlock a new door.
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling Lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass The clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods.
To have guilt you've got to earn guilt, but sometimes when you earn it, you don't feel the guilt you ought to have. And that's what The Firebombing is about.
Don't take my criticisms as iron-clad rules but more as suggestions.
[The] events by which the fate of nations is not materially changed, leave a faint impression on the page of history, and the patience of the reader would be exhausted by the repetition of the same hostilities [between Rome and Persia], undertaken without cause, prosecuted without glory, and terminated without effect.
Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.