Time for work,--yet take
Much holiday for art's and friendship's sake.

Time for work,--yet take
Much holiday for art's and friendship's sake.

And that was the way
The deuce was to pay
As it always is, at the close read more

And that was the way
The deuce was to pay
As it always is, at the close of the day
That gave us--
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
(With some restrictions, the fault-finders say)
That which, please God, we will keep for aye
Our National Independence!

There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to read more

There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.

If you want to visit Paris, the best time to go is during August, when there aren't any French people read more

If you want to visit Paris, the best time to go is during August, when there aren't any French people there

The ideology of this America wants to establish reassurance through Imitation. But profit defeats ideology, because the consumers want to read more

The ideology of this America wants to establish reassurance through Imitation. But profit defeats ideology, because the consumers want to be thrilled not only by the guarantee of the Good but also by the shudder of the Bad.

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own read more

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And read more

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?

What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries read more

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that our of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!