The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
A. E. Housman
The fairies break their dances / And leave the printed lawn.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; / Breath's a ware that will not keep. / Up, lad; when the journey's over / There'll be time enough for sleep.
O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die to-morrow;But you will die to-day.
No American newspaper will print anything contrary to its own interests
George Bernard Shaw
(July 26, 1856 - November 02, 1950)
He talked about quite a few things we have an interest in. I give him a real good A+.
See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.