Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-13-06 06:27
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At twenty you have many desires which hide the truth, but beyond forty there are only real and fragile truths -your
abilities and your failings.
T. S. EliotWhen we build, let us think that we build forever. -John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture, 1849
History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of
aggression is cheap.
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen\'s are,
At random from the truth vainly express\'d;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.