Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 07:27
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The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the
spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with
his friendship. --Ralph Waldo Emerson
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas\'d right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken\'d hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have
learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.
I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always
eventually triumph. And there\'s purpose and worth to each and every life.