Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherish'd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.
Writer's block.. when one curses the blinking cursor on the blank page (Regina Brett has written regular columns for 2 Ohio papers).
Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he envisaged or planned.
A man finds he has been wrong at every preceding stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right.
There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.
I empathize with those who yearn for a simpler world, for some bygone golden age of domestic and international tranquility. But for the mass of humanity it is an age that never was.
At twenty years of age, the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgement.
The conquest of fear yields the courage of life. That is the cardinal initiation of every heroic adventure-- fearlessness and achievement.
When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, We will remember them.
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away: poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene That men call age, and those who would have been Their sons, they gave their immortality.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age. [Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Youth troubles over eternity, age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.
I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing."
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man, God's latest image.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my King, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
ZENITH, n. The point in the heavens directly overhead to a man standing or a growing cabbage. A man in bed or a cabbage in the pot is not considered as having a zenith, though Horizontalists hold that the posture of the body was immaterial.
... And what about Zombies? You never hear from Zombies! That's the trouble with Zombies, they're unreliable! I say if you're going to go for the Angel bullshit you might as well go for the Zombie package as well..