Your beautiful don't let anyone tell you different
That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
And yet, even so, there is a way to find happiness. That is to be curious about all of the interlocking events that add up to our lives. To notice connections. To be amused or perhaps frightened by the ways things work out. If the universe is indifferent, what a consolation that we are not.
Military surge in Afghanistan to eliminate the Taliban.
Whoever has the mind stuffed with theories and more theories, suffers horribly because he is unable to realize nothing of what they have read.
After the war, and until the day of his death, his position on almost every public question was either mischievous or ridiculous, and usually both.