We are superior to the joy we experience.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
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?
My parents used to take me to the pet department and tell me it was a zoo.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Is the president purposefully using propaganda and hyperbole to garner the American public for support?
Stimuli, however, do not act upon an indifferent organism.