I would spend my time telling stories or writing them.
Let all the learned say what they can, 'tis ready money makes the man.
Fortune is like a widow won,And truckles to the bold alone.
For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay.
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaim In heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shame Lest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe, With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.
The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.
Photography is a very lonely medium. There’s a kind of beautiful loneliness in voyeurism. And that’s why I’m a photographer.
I recently lost 50 pounds. I'm hovering on the cusp of a size eight, which seems unbelievable.
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
A design remedy that prevents bugs is always preferable to a test method that discovers them.