Many of the democratization projects are a real threat to real democracy.
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.
Men die but sorrow never dies.
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.
We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.
Being a writer can be isolating. It's good to be among readers and booksellers.
I had an amazing instructor, Joseph Gotto , who, as a painter, spoke to me as it - he didn't condescend.
That's what does it-- that moment where you think you're lost, and then discover that you're not, that you've never really left. There's something that happens in that incredible tiny no-time, and that something is like the revelation of learning.
You don't smear somebody as a racist when there is obviously nothing there.