Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-13-06 07:31
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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;--
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;--
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
I believe in God like I believe in the sun rise. Not because I can see it, but because I can see all that it touches.
- C.S. Lewis, In Religion
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn\'t
say any other way -- things I had no words for.
I don\'t believe in pessimism. If something doesn\'t come up the way you
want, forge ahead. If you think it\'s going to rain, it will.