The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Matthew ArnoldRead
With aching hands and bleeding feet_x000D_ _x000D_ We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;_x000D_ _x000D_ We bear the burden and the heat_x000D_ _x000D_ Of the long day, and wish 'twere done._x000D_ _x000D_ Not till the hours of light return_x000D_ _x000D_ All we have built do we discern.
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence.
To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.