"My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself."
What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instincts of beasts.
Such is the lustre, the thrill, the fear beneath
Your clear and swift and homicidal splendour
That Jupiter thinks less of his bolts of thunder,
Apollo less of his bow, and Pluto less of death.
Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure
themselves against attack, and then they attack others.
The one who adapts his policy to the times prospers,
and likewise that the one whose policy clashes with the demands of the times does not.
Awww so cute.
Mar 02, 2012 04:54 pm