Author: Gatis (81.198.70.---)
Date: 01-25-06 13:28
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I
have.
Edvard Munch
II
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty\'s field,
Thy youth\'s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter\'d weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv\'d thy beauty\'s use,
If thou couldst answer \'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,\'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel\'st it cold.
--William Shakespeare
You can tell alot about a fellow\'s character by his way of eating
jellybeans.
Ronald Reagan
My gaze on Beatrice, hers on Heaven,
In less time than an arrow strikes the mark,
Flies through the air, loosed from its catch, I found
myself in some place where a wondrous thing.
Absorbed all of my mind, and then my lady,
From whom I could not keep my thirst to know,
turned toward me as joyful as her beauty:
Direct your mind and gratitude, she said,
To God, who raised us up to His first star.
-Dante, The Divine Comedy: Paradise