Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.gua.net)
Date: 02-06-06 15:18
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty\'s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed\'st thy light\'s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world\'s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak\'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world\'s due, by the grave and thee.
We have so many people who can\'t see a fat man standing beside a thin one
without coming to the conclusion that the fat man got that way by taking
advantage of the thin one!
If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don\'t mean to do harm. But
harm does not interest them.
T. S. Eliot