Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 16:11
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T. S. Eliot<pre>
If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd,
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character. --Albert Einstein
We might come closer to balancing the Budget if all of us lived closer to
the Commandments and the Golden Rule.