Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 16:59
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LXXII
O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O! lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
--William Shakespeare
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War
IV will be fought with sticks and stones. --Albert EinsteinThe further the spiritual evolution of mankind advances, the more
certain it seems to me that the path to genuine religiosity does not lie
through the fear of life, and the fear of death, and blind faith, but
through striving after rational knowledge. --Albert EinsteinBeauty is a primeval phenomenen, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is
visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature itself. -Goethe, April 18,
1827
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