i just like how this sounds

Is there anyone stopping me from going with a smile, joyful and content?

Oft have I dream’d of Thee, whose glorious name Who knows not, knows not man’s divinest lore; And now I view thee, ’tis, alas! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore. When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble, and can only bend the knee; Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar, But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy t

After all, you’re the one who knows himself, which is to say you know how much you’re worth to yourself and at what price you sell yourself. The price differs for different people.

Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled, And turn’d a nation’s shallow joy to gloom.

There are times in the life of every man when a petticoat is more attractive to him than all the philosophy of the world.

Stillness and Silliness almost look like the same word And maybe that’s because they both ask you to let go and have the courage to be at home with yourself

Nobody wanted to huddle in a moldering churchyard after midnight because there was nowhere else to smoke. But huddle they did. Misery loved company and made strange bedfellows.

plans are like foreheads / wrinkles make them a lot more interesting.

“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in