Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-13-06 06:27
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What\'s in the brain, that ink may character,
Which hath not figur\'d to thee my true spirit?
What\'s new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o\'er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow\'d thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love\'s fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of
thinking...the solution to this problem lies in the heart of mankind. If
only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker. --Albert Einstein
I will stand on, and continue to use, the figures I have used, because I
believe they are correct. Now, I\'m not going to deny that you don\'t now
and then slip up on something; no one bats a thousand.
I love women. They\'re the best thing ever created. If they want to be
men and come down to our level, that\'s fine.