The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.