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She was the captain of her soul

The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds.

The poets are almost always wrong about the facts... That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth...

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.