"Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at all seasons, madam: that is all there is to distinguish us from other animals." - P.A. Caron de Beaumarchais
“Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” - Ernest Hemingway
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
We'll go no more a roving
So we'll go no more a roving,
so late into the night
though the heart be still as loving,
and the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath,
and the soul outwears the breast,
and the heart must pause to breathe,
and love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
and the day returns too soon,
we will go no more a roving,
by the light of the moon.
-Lord Byron
so late into the night
though the heart be still as loving,
and the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath,
and the soul outwears the breast,
and the heart must pause to breathe,
and love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
and the day returns too soon,
we will go no more a roving,
by the light of the moon.
-Lord Byron
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