The two world wars boosted American power and devastated potential rivals to an extent that could not have lasted more than a few decades.
Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness?
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Frankly, as much as I love to improvise, it hasn't been difficult to stick to the script on 'Mad Men. ' The writing is so precise, and the story so carefully crafted, that I don't think there's room - or need - for ad libbing. I could never come up with dialogue as lovely as these writers do, anyway.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
There is no question that Francis was in advance of his age, as he anticipated all that is liberal and sympathetic in modern times: the love of nature, the love of animals, the sense of social compassion, the sense of the spiritual dangers of affluence.
I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.