Morning. . . 'tis Nature's gayest hour!
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up.
The blank page doesn't bother me. It's the voice in my head (not always my own) that gives me the yips. It's worse when I'm not making stuff up.
Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.
No one gets a break from their reality.