A linguist deaf to the poetic functions of language and a literary scholar indifferent to linguistics are equally flagrant anachronisms.
Never befriend the oppressed unless you are prepared to take on the oppressor.
Home is heaven and orgies are vile, But I like an orgy, once in a while.
There is one fault that I must find With the twentieth century. And I'll put it in a couple of words; Too adventury. What I'd like would be some nice dull monotony If anyone's gotony.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision. '
Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.
My home shall be open for the sun and the wind and the voices of the sea - like a Greek temple - and light, light, light everywhere!
I disagree very strongly with people saying "that battle is over. " If you've started a battle, I don't think it ever ends. The illusion that it's ended can reverse any good results that have come from it.
The mere state of being without funds is a neutral fact constitutionally an irrelevance, like race, creed, or color.
It's that first step-getting out the door-that's the toughest. If you can do that, you've already won.