I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.

Is it as plainly in our living shown, By which way the wind hath blown?

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Let's go from no where to somewhere! Trust, Its just a step ahead.

It is not an individual act, architecture. You have to consider your client. Only out of that can you produce great architecture. You cannot work in the abstract.

My name's Punk. CM Punk.

Old people are fond of giving good advice; it consoles them for no longer being capable of setting a bad example.

I drink a lot of everything; beer while watching football. I have a taste for whiskey, but Jack Daniels and ginger is about as fancy as it gets with me.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

Life is true to form, records are meant to be broken

Most people in England don't live in the North, and people are snobby in England, so they wanted a band from the South.

Father said conflict develops the character