Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.Moscow.dial.rol.ru)
Date: 02-06-06 14:30
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No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his
C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War
IV will be fought with sticks and stones. --Albert Einstein
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
T. S. Eliot