Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-11-06 08:19
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When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor\'d youth,
Unlearned in the world\'s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love\'s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter\'d be.
Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies. --R. W. Emerson
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. --Albert
Founding Fathers Quotes
A lady asked Dr. Franklin Well Doctor what have we got a republic or a monarchy — A republic, replied the Doctor, if you
can keep it.
Anonymous, from Farrand\'s Records of the Federal Convention of 1787