War is nothing but a microcosm of peace. . . it shows you life in a more intense way and that's how I continue to live it. . . for good or bad reasons.
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
Marketing has always been about the same thing - who your customers are and where they are.
I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.
Wild rivers are earth's renegades, defying gravity, dancing to their own tunes, resisting the authority of humans, always chipping away, and eventually always winning.
It seems acceptable today to scream for revolution, without any concept of what will follow it. This is just what the forces at large want, for who will follow a man who doesn't know where he's going?