The Internet knows no national borders.
I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.
I have always thought of Christmas time. . . as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.
When a rap song glorifies violence, death and sadness and loss is inflicted because of the violence.
I am still covering conflict to some degree. I was back in Iraq. I've covered quite a bit of the Israel and Palestine. But I'm not doing it with the kind of intensity I was before and I'm not seeking out the front line and the kind danger that comes with being at the edge of the war the way I used to.
Freedom and the dignity of the individual have been more available and assured here than in any other place on earth. The price for this freedom at times has been high, but we have never been unwilling to pay the price.