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Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.
"What good's an opinion if you don't know?"
What good's an opinion if you don't know?
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
What good's an opinion if you can't change it?
The goal of the future is full unemployment, so we can play. That's why we have to destroy the present politico-economic system.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.