"And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair."

-- William Wordsworth

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“Throughout the years, many Christian women have told me of their great respect for the bravery and courage evident in my work, perhaps even gesturing to their own Isis earrings or a Nile River Goddess pendants.”
“This is what it is to be human: to see the essential existential futility of all action, all striving -- and to act, to strive. This is what it is to be human: to reach forever beyond your grasp. This is what it is to be human: to live forever or die trying. This is what it is to be human: to perpetually ask the unanswerable questions, in the hope that the asking of them will somehow hasten the day when they will be answered. This is what it is to be human: to strive in the face of the certainty of failure. This is what it is to be human: to persist.”

Source : Spider Robinson (1997). “The Star Dancers”
“The whole thing about rock music, pop music, is it's really for kids.”

Source : "Juliana Hatfield Says Goodbye To The Stage, Hello To Art School". Interview with MiddleMojo.com, middlemojo.com.
“The word "essay" means to try out, test, probe. In the essay style, successive clauses and sentences are not produced by an overarching logic, but by association; the impression that prose gives is that it can go anywhere in a manner wholly unpredictable.”
“The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the worldâ€™s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if thereâ€™s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because youâ€™ve nothing better to do.”

Source : Simon R. Green (2003). “Something from the Nightside”, p.124, Penguin
“He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.”
“How far have we come in man's long pilgrimage from darkness toward light? Are we nearing the light-a day of freedom and of peace for all mankind? Or are the shadows of another night closing in upon us?”
“No matter how much pressure you feel at work, if you could find ways to relax for at least five minutes every hour, youâ€™d be more productive.”

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