Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 16:59
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I couldn't help but say to Mr. Gorbachev just think how easy his task and
mine might be in these meetings that we held if suddenly there was a
threat to this world from another planet. We'd find out once and for all
that we really are all human beings here on this earth together.
The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recur'd
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assur'd,
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty-a beauty cold and austere, like
that of sculpture. -Bertand Russell, Mysicism and Logic, 1918
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.