George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum
Every mile is two in winter. George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum
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Every mile is two in winter. George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. Christina Rossetti, A Christmas Carol
If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than the ground below, Dribbles down a marshy flood; Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows...
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Emily Dickinson, No. 1333
To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human. Andy and Larry Wachowski, The Matrix, 1999
There are two things in particular that it [the computer industry] failed to foresee: one was the coming of the Internet(…); the other was the fact that the century would end. Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee. Dean Koontz, Shadow Fires ( early book)
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