Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I have learned that to be with those I like is enough
My words itch at your ears till you understand them
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
WE two boys together clinging,One the other never leaving,Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.No law less than ourselves owning,...
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.