No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.
I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.
A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.