I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).
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As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
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To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
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There is a terrible war coming, and these young men who have never seen war cannot wait for it to happen, but I tell you, I wish that I owned every slave in the South, for I would free them all to avoid this war.
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An' for all 'is dirty 'ide / 'E was white, clear white inside / When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire.
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To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter...
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Every answer asks a more beautiful question
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The most important outcome of education is to help students become independent of formal education.
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To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
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Believe in life Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader and fuller life.
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Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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A politician is an arse upon which everybody has sat except a man
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color-line -- the relation of the darker to the lighter races of men in Asia and Africa, in America and the islands of the sea. It was a phase of this problem that caused the Civil War.
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someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance...
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one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face)...
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The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Our software allows agents to send out automatic e-greetings on birthdays, anniversary, the changing of the clocks twice a year. Remembering customers at times they would not expect you to remember them has a strong emotional appeal.
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lovers alone wear sunlight
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to be yourself in a world that is doing its best, day and night to make you like everybody else--is to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight.
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.
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A politician is an arse upon which everybody has sat except a man
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how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
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Believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader and fuller life.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Good literature continually read for pleasure must, let us hope, do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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