BY THOMAS HARDY We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago; And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love. The smile on your mouth was the deadest...
Renee Descartes walks into a bar, the bartender says ‘Sir, can I get you a Martini?’ Descartes says ‘I don’t think…’ and disappears! lol philosophy tomorrow morning
At times I think, and at times I am.– Paul Valery
In this world there are only two tragedies: one is not getting what you want,...– Oscar Wilde (via @johannal)
Re-examine all that you have been told… dismiss whatever insults your own...– Walt Whitman