Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.Moscow.dial.rol.ru)
Date: 02-05-06 17:23
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LXXXI
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live,--such virtue hath my pen,--
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
--William Shakespeare
Don't be afraid to see what you see.
Ronald Reagan
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place
for the first time.
T. S. Eliot
It's difficult to believe that people are still starving in this country
because food isn't available.
Ronald Reagan