Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 07:27
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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
T. S. EliotDo not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you
mine are still greater. --Albert Einstein
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body\'s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her \'love,\' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
At twenty you have many desires which hide the truth, but beyond forty there are only real and fragile truths -your
abilities and your failings.
T. S. Eliot