Planning to write is not writing.
Tobacco surely was designed To poison, and destroy mankind.
But fame is theirs - and future days On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise; Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead - "These for their country fought and bled. "
If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.
They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.
Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
And long shall timorous fancy see The painted chief, and pointed spear, And Reason's self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here.
With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the way as if it were nothing at all. With a shake of her mane, she leaps mightily into the water. For a moment she struggles over the waves, and then she is swimming. Just a wild black horse in a deep blue sea full of the ashes of other dead boys.
What comes from oneself is nearly from no one. There is only me as a link.
When in a museum, walk slowly but keep walking.
You love as well as you are willing to be inconvenienced.