Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.net.my)
Date: 11-27-05 12:07
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Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every
T. S. Eliot
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.
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.
A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.
W. H. Auden