When you walk in the mist, you get wet.
Parish me no parishes.
Live or die, sink or swim.
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
Honour, the spur that pricks the princely mind, To follow rule and climb the stately chair.
My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!
His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.
If my father is walking around going, 'Mmm, pussy,' he's thinking about eating the cat.
[The essences of things] are suspended on the invisible dimension whose vibrance has been denied the human eye at all times save in the intuition of ecstasy.
I don't really have a focus, I just make music.
Angela Davis offers a cartography of engagement in oppositional social movements and unwavering commitment to justice.