Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over
Speech is the image of actions
Homer and Hesiod have ascribed to the gods all things that are a shame and a disgrace among mortals, stealing and adulteries and deceiving on one another
Fear God and work hard.
(March 19, 1813 - April 18, 1874)
We have to do a better job of post defense and working him and trying to play defense without fouling him, because that's been a problem for us.
(March 25, 1965 - )
The only thing constant in life is change
François de la Rochefoucauld