And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
All great poets have been men of great knowledge.
The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.
And kind the voice and glad the eyes That welcome my return at night.
These kids today, they want to be men, they want to be foxhole guys, but they’re not being allowed to do that. Imagine if these computer geeks who are running baseball now were allowed to run a war? They’d be telling our soldiers: ‘That’s enough. You’ve fired too many bullets from your rifle this week!’
And they're also very good at math, these super boogers, and so they teach Billy the ways of mathematics.
Bowing to well-meaning, special-interest groups is an immoral way to run a company, given all the people it would hurt. We simply cannot allow arbitrary rules to be forced on us by organizations that lack business expertise.
There's no biography so interesting as the one in which the biographer is present.