Song, from Pippa Passes
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven –
All’s right with the world!
Very few men, properly speaking, live at present, but are providing to live another time.
History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers,…
When Socrates spoke, the people said how inspiring, but when Demosthenes spoke, the people said let us march.