Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.

Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.

Technology is fine. . ., but that popular vision of the future, where you plug somebody in and leave them read more

Technology is fine. . ., but that popular vision of the future, where you plug somebody in and leave them there and they don't get out and interact with actual flesh-and-blood humans -- you know the answer before I say it -- that's not good.

What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action

What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.

The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.

A gray eye is a sly eye,
And roguish is a brown one;
Turn full upon me read more

A gray eye is a sly eye,
And roguish is a brown one;
Turn full upon me thy eye,--
Ah, how its wavelets drown one!
A blue eye is a true eye;
Mysterious is a dark one,
Which flashes like a spark-sun!
A black eye is the best one.

I think there is something, more important than believing: Action! The world is full of dreamers, there aren't enough who read more

I think there is something, more important than believing: Action! The world is full of dreamers, there aren't enough who will move ahead and begin to take concrete steps to actualize their vision.

Vision looks inward and becomes duty.Vision looks outward and becomes aspiration.Vision looks upward and becomes faith.

Vision looks inward and becomes duty.Vision looks outward and becomes aspiration.Vision looks upward and becomes faith.

Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until read more

Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chansten'd down the whole.