The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.