~ Henry Adams ~
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
~ William Shakespeare ~
in
Sonnet 116
~ Eleanor Farjeon ~
~ Abraham Lincoln ~
~ Leó Szilárd ~
~ Aaron Hill ~
~ John Ruskin ~
~ Thomas More ~
~ Ronald Reagan ~
~ Simone Weil ~
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore —
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over —
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
~ Langston Hughes ~
~ Ken Wilber ~
~ Lloyd Alexander ~
~ Anton Chekhov ~
~ José Martí ~