Enraging liberals is simply one of the more enjoyable side effects of my wisdom.
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt. ' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
And last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world.
When I cook him dinner and I burn it black, he better say hmmm, I like it like that.
Who planted terrorism in our area? Some came and took our land, forced us to leave, forced us to live in camps. I think this is terrorism. Using means to resist this terrorism and stop its effects - this is called struggle.
That the Creator himself comes to us and becomes our ransom - this is the reason for our rejoicing.