With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.

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.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.

They shall grow not 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.

When everything is social, suddenly nothing is.

The point of the essay is to change things.

I'm no more intelligent than the next guy. I'm just more curious.

To entrust the government with the power of determining the education which our children receive is entrusting our servant with the power to be our master.

I have managed to establish an identity that is based on my internal self, and for that I feel tremendously lucky.

Sometimes when persons say definitely it sounds actually less true.

Don't let anybody tell you that raising the minimum wage will kill jobs.

Once you discover what your attitude is, or isn't, you'll have a starting point and an understanding of how to move forward.

There are no great fanfares for the truly great moments of your life. Just dripping taps and the sound of your own footsteps, walking from one room into another

the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.