Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-11-06 17:07
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My philosophy of life is that if we make up our mind what we are going to
make of our lives, then work hard toward that goal, we never lose -
somehow we win out.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
O, thou art fairer than the evening's air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict
by peaceful means.