This laboring of ours with all that remains undone,
as if still bound to it,
is like the lumbering gait of the swan.
And then our dying—releasing ourselves
from the very ground on which we stood—
is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself
into the water. It gently receives him,
and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him,
as wave follows wave,
while he, now wholly serene and sure,
with regal composure,
allows himself to glide.
I do not know, men of Athens, how my accusers affected you; as for me, I
By: Francis Bacon DISSIMULATION is but a faint kind of policy, or wisdom; for it asketh
By: RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing
By: Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply
I pass by his house,Finding its door open.My beloved stands beside his mother,His siblings all around
