Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.
Great minds against themselves conspire, and shun the cure they most desire.
Friendship's the privilege of private men; for wretched greatness knows no blessing so substantial.
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down, And Glory shone around.
Has the God who made the white man and the black left any record declaring us a different species? Are we not sustained by the same power, supported by the same food. . . . And should we not then enjoy the same liberty. . . ?
I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.
It requires the feminine temperament to repeat the same thing three times with unabated zest.
Why don't we call on the credit card companies to be accountable? They need to be held accountable for their predatory lending practices.