Of time there is a mean,
And there is no hook;
But things go not unseen,
Not without a look.
People running round
But, then, they stop
To hear, to listen, the sound:
A million ears to drop
To the drum roll of the ground.
The Olympic Torch xx
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My favourite quotes. Misc.
- William James: To change one's life, start immediately, do it flamboyantly, no exceptions.
- Thomas Moore: The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
- Agatha Christie: I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
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