It’s only when we can work with something that brings out our strengths that we’re of any real use.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Some are unwisely liberal, and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
I don't think there's a. . . boundary between digital media and print media. Every magazine is doing an online version.
The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.