Why d'ye talk to yourself?' 'It assures me of a good listener.
On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; The rocks moan wildly as it passes by; Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand, And not a flower adorns the dreary land.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
All great poets have been men of great knowledge.
The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.
And kind the voice and glad the eyes That welcome my return at night.
One of the main things that I read about it that appealed to me was in Islam a man is re - is regarded as a human being.
As a matter of principle, humanity is precarious: each person can only believe what he recognizes to be true internally and, at the same time, nobody thinks or makes up his mind without already being caught up in certain relationships with others, which leads him to opt for a particular set of opinions.
I am in favor of stem-cell research. I am not in favor of creating new human embryos through cloning.
Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel ensnared in this, as if no matter what I do, what will come has already been fixed.