I love my man as my fellow; but his scepter,
real, or usurped, extends not to me,
unless the reason of an individual demands my homage;
and even then the submission is to reason,
and not to man. |
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It's a pleasure to share one's memories.
Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious.
At least the past is safe --though we didn't know it at the time.
We know it now. Because it's in the past;
because we have survived. |
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Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight;
Make me a child again just for tonight.
Mother, come back from the echoeless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore.
A.M.W. Ball |
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Life is like music; it must be composed by ear,
feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
G. K. Chesterton |
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It is idleness that creates impossibilities;
and where people don't care to do anything,
they shelter themselves under a permission
that it cannot be done.
Bishop Robert South |
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Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
Dinah Maria Mulock |
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